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7 years

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. 

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