It’s a different kind of alone. The first Mother’s Day without your mom. It’s, at least for now, ineffable. Hopefully one day in the future I will have the words. For now, however, I will just simply request from you, the reader, to call your mom if you’re not near her. If you’re near her, hug her. If you love her, tell her. If she can’t hear you… she probably already knows; but telling her is worth it more than you both will ever know. To those lucky enough to have a mother figure— no matter who or what that identity may look like, feel like, love like, laugh like, smell like, cook like, enjoy life like— you’ll never have enough time to be near them, to hug them or tell them you love them. Simply put— everyday is Mother’s Day.
To my guardian mother angel, Dianora. May your rest be as beautiful as you were, your next trip be more adventurous than your past life, & your love be carried on through the lives you’ve created.
I love you forever, man. 🐘💕