Mom,
I still miss you everyday. That cliche saying is that time heals all wounds; I don’t believe it to be true. I often find myself having a conversation with you. I picture you riding in my passenger seat giving me advice on parenting. I often imagine you playing with Montgomery and Ruby. You would love them to pieces. Ruby’s curly hair looks just like yours. Alex and I are taking her to Disney in a couple of days. She is excited to dress up as Cinderella. Monty is happy whenever there is food around and he has long blonde hair that I don’t want to get cut. I know you looked so forward to being a grandmother. I will do my best to make sure they know their Nana and how much you love them. We sure could’ve used your help when they both had strep this past weekend.

It’s been two years since I have seen you. I remember the night of September 19, 2015 vividly. I visited you at Debbie’s house. You laid in bed because you had no strength left. The words you spoke were few; but I knew you loved me. I left your frail side that evening and went home to shower. About an hour after I got home I got the call that I had been dreading. I didn’t want to see your body because I knew your soul had already went home. The next few days were a blur. Even though I knew your battle was coming to an end, I was not prepared to not have you here.

Losing you, Mom, has taught me a lot of lessons though. I try not to take a day or a relationship for granted. I know there are way more important things than a job or money. The people in my life and the love that we share are most important. Being a good husband and father are my top priorities. Life is short. I try to remember that and make the most of the time I have been given. I try to learn something positive each day and grow from that.

I love you, Mom. I know you knew that. I miss you. And I will see you again.

Love,
Matt