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12/27/2025

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12/27/2025

Another New Year arrives, and the world keeps moving forward, even though my heart still pauses when I think of you, Mom. The seasons change, the calendar turns, but the quiet space you left behind never really fills. This time of year always reminds me how much your presence shaped every celebration, every ordinary day, every moment that felt like home.

I remember how you made the New Year feel gentle. Not loud, not rushed, but full of meaning. A warm meal. A soft smile. The way you asked if everyone was okay before thinking of yourself. You had a way of making the future feel less frightening, simply by being there. Now, without you, the year begins with a mixture of gratitude and ache, thankfulness for the love you gave, and sorrow because I cannot share another beginning with you.

There are moments when I still want to tell you about the little things. The weather. A memory that came back unexpectedly. A worry I wish you could calm with just a few words. I imagine you listening, nodding, reminding me to take life one day at a time. Even now, your lessons follow me into each new year, quiet but steady.

So today, I whisper a New Year wish upward. I hope you feel how deeply you are loved, how often you are remembered, how your kindness continues to live on through us. This year begins without your physical presence, but never without your spirit.

Happy New Year in Heaven, Mom. It is hard to walk into another year without you, but I carry you with me, always.

12/26/2025

We didn’t expect much.

So we appreciated what we had.

There were no guarantees.

No instant upgrades.

No one telling us the world owed us anything.

You ate what was on the table.

You wore what fit.

And you said thank you — because someone worked to make it happen.

Gratitude wasn’t something we talked about.

It was something you learned by watching your parents stretch a dollar, fix what broke, and show up every day.

You learned it by seeing effort.

By understanding sacrifice.

By knowing that comfort came from people, not possessions.

We didn’t grow up thinking everything should be easy.

We grew up knowing things were earned.

And maybe that’s why we still notice the small things.

A warm meal.

A safe place to sit.

People who show up when it matters.

Because gratitude has a way of sticking with you — long after entitlement wears off.

12/23/2025

We didn’t grow up offended by everything.

Because we weren’t taught that discomfort was damage.

When we messed up, it wasn’t explained away.

It was addressed.

Corrected.

Expected to be owned.

No one rushed in to protect our feelings from the truth.

They trusted us to handle it.

They believed we were capable of learning.

Capable of improving.

Capable of taking responsibility for our actions.

Mistakes weren’t labels.

They were lessons.

You didn’t get praised for trying.

You got better by doing.

And over time, something important happened.

We learned that accountability wasn’t an attack.

It was a gift.

It taught us how to stand on our own.

How to take ownership.

How to face consequences without falling apart.

And that’s why, years later…

We can handle adulthood.

Because we weren’t raised to be offended.

We were raised to be accountable.

12/22/2025

Those were the days money couldn’t buy.