A year ago today, my mother died.
I couldn't imagine living one day without her. Now, I've lived 365 days without her.
Every day, for the rest of my life, I will have to live without her.
I have no words. Words cannot touch the depths of my anguish.
In the hours before she died, I told her I loved her. I told her she could let go.
I also told her not to worry about me, that I would be okay. It was a promise. And I have fought every day to keep that promise.
She was a miracle. She was the most loving person I will ever know. She was good and kind and radiant. She was strong and beautiful. This world did not deserve her.
Letting her go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
She is part of the mystery now.
I will love her and my father until my last breath.