When I started writing these blogs, in honor of my Mom,
they were to honor folks who walk around
just being amazing without trying or expectation.
She would be the picture in the dictionary beside Ch-Angel.
She was always my biggest cheerleader, my constant source of support,
my rock.
It did not matter my direction ...
I want to write poetry.
Fantastic!
I want to sky dive.
Ooooh! How fun!
I want to move to Timbuktu.
That sounds like a lovely place.
There are days when I so sorely miss that unconditional, unwavering support.
There is a hole where you once stood.
I'm trying to bridge the chasm with the all the good you taught me.
Some days are really hard. I miss you.
If you've still got your rock - tell her what she means to you.
Ch-Angels are hard to come by.