05/06/2025
🚨 Lengthy Post 🚨
Over this past weekend, the 25th anniversary of my mom's death came and went.
I didn't share the significance of the date with anyone I saw that day. Just silently acknowledged it in the quiet moments.
I thought about all the things she would want me to appreciate; the sunny weather, my healthy family, even the screaming toddlers who make up the majority of my weekend days.
I thought about how grateful I am that I was able to undergo surgeries in order to mitigate my risk of getting the same disease that took her from me when she was so young.
I thought about how I would do everything in my power to stay with my family. To keep my girls from going through the loss that my brother and I experienced.
Now that I am a mother, the weight of that loss feels heavier. I lost the person who could only be described as the first love of my life.
Mamas, you are the whole world to those babies. Try to remember that in the difficult moments 🤍
I decided that after 25 years, my mama deserved a proper memorial. I had one of her dance costumes framed with some of her ashes. I think she would have loved it 🩰
