I see your face often, Mom, and it never seems to age. It could be because I'm looking at your senior yearbook picture from when you were just a child growing up too fast. I have it on my fridge door, along with a collage of family photos, some yellowed by time. It's as if all those pictures tell a story that I try to relive each time I open the fridge door.
Time stands still with every photo taken, as does my heart when I see your face, that beautiful face I looked up to from my first breath and every breath thereafter.
You were always the one who truly knew me for who I was, encouraging me to fulfill my dreams and never stop reaching for the stars. I never did stop reaching Mom and my memories of your words made many dreams come true.
Time has eased my broken heart, but I'm often reminded of you when I hear the first songs of a robin or smell the Jasmine in bloom. I hear your laughter and feel your gentle touch, which comforted me when my young life was hurting.
I miss you and will always think of you whenever I open my fridge and see your beautiful smile.
Happy Mother's Day in Heaven
Mike 2025
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