Life Without Mother

Dear Mom,

Today was a rough Monday. It was a B day so that was a plus (choir, teacher aid, etc). During choir we were rehearsing our dances for the big 70s Spring Concert, which would have been so much fun if I hadn’t been so tired. Who are we kidding — I still had fun. But I was tired for most of it and had trouble finding the energy to put all focus into it and into having fun with the other girls. Today’s tiredness lasted all day and it wasn’t the usual kind from lack of sleep.

There was definitely a weight today from missing you, not one that produced tears, but a weight that constantly reminded me of the new difference in my life. Walking through the house even with the extra three people here doesn’t replace you. I hardly want to be in the kitchen alone anymore because it reminds me of you. I can barely be in there with others without immediately forgetting what I was in there for — then again that could just be me being your daughter because you constantly came to the kitchen only to forget why you were there.

I miss you a lot, Mom. Your ears always willing to listen to the trivial stories of my life as a high-schooler, your mouth with a ready smile and laugh at my antics, and your arms always willing to wrap me in a warm hug. I love you!

Your daughter,
Hannah