Mother’s Memories Iit’s been one year since I lost you. Your voice still whispers around me. This ache is bone-deep, like an old wound that signs when a thunderstorm is brewing; or gently nudges when the rain sets in. I miss our days, spent with you, sometimes I see you on the prayer mat or see the flash of you in smiling faces who loved, or sometimes I feel can you right here in my bones. December always feels mournful to me but this December has taught me that I have lost my life my world, I miss You Mom and this unforgettable grief is enmeshing. I love you mama and this world is still so strange without you…. ASJ

Mother’s Memories Iit’s been one year since I lost you. Your voice still whispers around me. This ache is bone-deep, like an old wound that signs when a thunderstorm is brewing; or gently nudges when the rain sets in. I miss our days, spent with you, sometimes I see you on the prayer mat or see the flash of you in smiling faces who loved, or sometimes I feel can you right here in my bones. December always feels mournful to me but this December has taught me that I have lost my life my world, I miss You Mom and this unforgettable grief is enmeshing. I love you mama and this world is still so strange without you…. ASJ