Mommy
11 years. Can’t really believe it; some days it feels like
you were with us yesterday, but by now most days seem like we haven’t seen you
a lot longer.
I miss you. Miss what you could have been for me once I grew
up. Miss how we used to talk. Miss that I don’t remember most of the things you
said to me. I miss your voice, & it hurts that I need to play certain
conversations or (god help me J)
songs you sang for us to remember your voice & intonations.
So many things have happened these past 11 years & I
wish I knew that you could see it all, but even though I believe that you are
out there- I don’t think it’s in the conscious Mommy way you were.
I’m not who I used to be. I’ve gone through so many changes-
not only developments that usually come with age, but also changes that made me
morph into a new person. I wish you could see me now, if I didn’t look the same
you probably wouldn’t be able to recognize me. I’m happy with who I’m becoming,
I like myself on this new road, but it scares me that you aren’t here to see
the new me, it scares me that I’m not the person I was when I had a Mommy.
I keep telling people that I’m happy that I at least had 17
years of an amazing mother- much more than a lot of others. This is true, and
every day I see how true it is (unfortunately), but that doesn’t mean I don’t
feel the need for you every day. You really are the best mother I could have
hoped for & that’s part of what made me, well, Adi.
I am glad for the 17 years you gave me, & I just wish I
knew you were peeking in once in a while, just to see who we are & what
we’re up to.
I miss you, 11 years over, & by now I know it won’t get
any easier.
I just miss you.







