40 years ago the world lost a beautiful woman.
The kind of woman who puts her own life above her childs.
Cancer may have beat her body but it could never beat her.
She was my momma.
I don’t remember her.
She lives on in the stories that others tell of her.
I miss her every day.
I often wonder if she would be proud of me, and somehow I am sure she would be.
I am thankful I got her crazy awesome smile.
I am glad I named my daughter after her.
I love her.
I take a pillow case that she embroidered to Haiti with me, everytime, like some how she travels with me.
She was amazing, I mean I never really knew her, but I am quite sure that she was amazing.
Did I mention, I miss her everyday?
I am thankful that in some small way, I live her legacy of love.
I loveyou momma, thanks for loving me so much that you gave up your own life for mine.