Dark

It is 5:45 in the morning. I am sitting outside a friends house waiting to pick her up. We are headed to the funeral of the father of a fiend of ours.

We're it not for this I am not sure I could have made it out of bed today.

It's a very, very dark day. I definitely need some light

I need to be strong today.

Zachor

Seven years ago today my beloved Mother died. She left this world and moved on to the next. We weren't finished; we still needed her.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of something to ask her or something to tell her.

But I know she watches. She sees. She looks over us and watches Bailee and Emilia grow. She knows.

I still tell her things and I still behave just as she would have wanted.

I am who I am today because of how she raised me and the love she gave me.

On this day, as on all days, I remember.