Dear mom, 7 years or 2555 days without you. I use to write to you each year, even if you are each day on my mind and I miss you so much. As hasd as these 6 months had been, I cried the most, even feeling some kind of relief. I understood what being powerful really meant and how I survived your loss, without feeling like I was broken all the time. I'm far from being perfect, I don't chase this anymore, I look at all my flows and I like this vulnerability. Grandma died in the same day as you did and maybe your loss prepared me to deal with this pain. I feel that with each people I lose I'm getting more scars. I've felt this pain for so long, I just want to live now, freely. I miss you and I love you.