I still talk to you like I used to
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Hi Mom… it’s me again. I still find myself talking to you like I always did — in quiet moments, in the middle of a busy day, or when I see something that reminds me of you. Sometimes I catch myself laughing at a memory we shared, and then, just as quickly, my heart aches knowing I can’t turn to see your smile. I still look up at the night sky and whisper everything I wish you could hear — the little victories, the bad days, the dreams I’m chasing because you believed in me. I know you can’t answer back, but there are times when I feel your presence so clearly that it almost takes my breath away.
There’s a space inside me that no one else can fill. Losing you changed everything — the rhythm of my days, the warmth of my home, the way I see the world. Some days, I’m strong and steady, carrying your lessons with quiet pride. Other days, I crumble under the weight of missing you. I miss your laughter, your advice, the way your voice could calm every storm inside me. You were my safe place, my truest friend, and my greatest comfort.
Life hasn’t been the same since you left, but I try to honor you in every way I can. I see your reflection in the kindness I give to others, in the strength I find when life gets tough, and in the love I share — because that’s what you taught me. You live on in everything good that I do, in every bit of light I try to bring into the world.
Mom, if you can hear me, know this: I’m doing my best. I stumble, I cry, but I keep going, because you raised me to be brave, to never give up, and to keep my heart open even when it hurts. I love you more than words could ever reach, and though you’re gone, you’ll never truly be far from me. You are in every heartbeat, every sunrise, and every quiet whisper of love that still echoes between us. ❤️
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