I have good days and bad days. More of them are good ones, I'm happy to say. But even on the good ones, I miss my mom. I miss her face, I miss her voice. I miss knowing she was right there, within reach. The grief comes and goes, and I allow myself to take it in whenever it shows up.
I thought about her while arranging these flowers. I definitely feel her spirit close by which gives me so much comfort. These waters are difficult to navigate, but I'm doing the best that I can.