I miss our talks. I miss your wisdom. I miss your acceptance. I wish you could have met my children. I know you would have loved them, and they would have loved you. I would have loved to get your point of view on the challenges I have faced in the last few years, and the ones I continue to face as a mother. There are days when I still feel your presence, and I miss you.
We only had a couple of years together but I am so glad you met my children, and they remember you. It meant so much to me that you kissed them on the forehead every time you said goodbye, the same way you did to me in the hospital. I am still amazed at the coincidences in our story, and am so glad I was able to get to know you.