We’re lucky we had you for as long as we did. I’ll miss you forever, but the missing is sweet. I read this today:
p style=”text-align:left;”>There are stars up above,
so far away we only see their light
long, long after the star itself is gone.
And so it is with people that we loved —
their memories keep shining ever brightly
though their time with us is done.
But the stars that light up the darkest night,
these are the lights that guide us.
As we live our days, these are the ways to remember.
— Hannah Senesh, Mishkan T’filah
When the missing becomes too much, remind me to look up and find your light. I love you Mom…I’m the luckiest daughter in the world.