I tried to buy some flowers in memory of my mom today, but I didn’t like any of the ones they had at the local flower shop here in Denver. They were all red and white for Christmas and I know that wasn’t my mom’s favourite holiday or her colours. So, I will save that idea for another day and think of her the next time I buy some pink tulips.
Instead I will remember that my mom was beautiful and odd and loving. She would love hearing about my many travels, that Meagan is still bright and funny and beautiful and weird and that we are both incredibly well-loved and cared for by many. She would love the blue blue skies and the sandy beaches of my vacation photos. She would express her sympathies at my having turned 40 recently and tell me that I am as beautiful as ever. She would just love hearing my voice and knowing that we are okay.
I miss you, mom. So much. I would change every single bit of what happened to you if I could. I will miss you forever.