Dear Mommy,
Happy 88th birthday, my angel.
Even though you’re not here in the flesh, you are everywhere in spirit. I feel you in the quiet moments, in the stillness of the morning, in the strength I pull from deep inside. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Your love, your wisdom, your prayers—they still cover me like a blanket.
You were more than my grandmother. You were my rock, my comfort, my everything. You called me “baby,” and in that word was a whole world of safety and love. You were the one I could talk to for hours, about nothing and everything. I miss your voice, your laughter, your stories… I miss you.
Today, on your birthday, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me the way you did. Thank you for never letting go of me, even when this world felt cold. You gave me a legacy of strength, faith, and unconditional love.
I hope you’re dancing in Heaven today—free, whole, and surrounded by light. We miss you more than words can say. And we love you, forever.
With all my heart,
Your baby
I wanted to share a bit more about how I navigate these special days, like my 'Mommy's' birthday. It’s never easy, and honestly, some days the grief feels as fresh as day one. The silence where her voice used to be is still palpable, and there are countless moments I wish I could just pick up the phone and talk to her, hear her laughter, or ask for her advice. But over time, I’ve learned that while the physical presence is gone, the love and connection don't ever truly leave us. Instead, they transform into something else – a deep, abiding spiritual presence. For me, one of the most powerful ways to keep her spirit alive and celebrate the incredible woman she was, rather than just mourn her absence, is through remembrance. This letter is just one example, but I often find myself journaling, jotting down snippets of memories, funny stories, or even just what I wish I could tell her today. It feels like a conversation, a way to keep our bond strong, and it helps me process the waves of emotion that inevitably come with these significant dates. Pictures are another huge comfort; going through old albums brings back so many precious moments, reminding me of the joy and warmth she brought into my life. Her wisdom wasn't just in grand pronouncements; it was in the quiet ways she lived her life, her unwavering faith, and her ability to make everyone feel loved and safe. She taught me resilience, the importance of family, and that true strength comes from within. Even now, when I face a challenge, I often find myself thinking, "What would Mommy do?" or recalling a piece of advice she once gave me. It's a beautiful way her legacy continues to shape my everyday decisions and helps me grow. For anyone else out there missing a loved one on a significant day, remember you're not alone in those feelings. Allow yourself to feel everything – the sadness, the love, the nostalgia, and even the anger that they're no longer here. Don't feel pressured to 'be strong' in a way that means suppressing your emotions. Instead, find small, meaningful ways to honor them. Maybe it's cooking their favorite meal, listening to their favorite music, visiting a place they loved, or simply lighting a candle and spending a quiet moment in reflection. For me, it's also about carrying on the legacy she instilled in me – that unconditional love, faith, and resilience. It's a way of saying, "Thank you for everything, I'm still living out the lessons you taught me, and you're always with me."

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