There is a quiet kind of love that never fades, even when Mom is no longer here. It lives in the small moments: a phrase she used to say that suddenly slips out of my mouth, a recipe I still make the way she taught me, or a piece of advice that echoes in my mind just when I need it most. Repeating my mantra "What would Mom do?"
Losing Mom left an absence that words can’t fully describe. Yet, her love doesn’t disappear with her passing. It becomes woven into who I am. It shapes how I care for others, how I face challenges, and how I love. In many ways, she continues to guide me, not through presence, but through memory.
Grief changes over time, but love remains constant. Some days it feels heavy, and other days it feels warm and comforting. Remembering her is not about holding onto sadness, but about honoring the bond that still exists.
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