Even with me spending as much time with my mom, ,there are still days I want to get to know her more…
Those are the moments that I truly call grieving mom…
What I used to do when she was alive on this side of heaven, I would go into her room and ask her a question. I always asked her questions.
She would always sit up, and pat on the bed next to her, so I would sit next to her, it those night we talked about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It was those nights where it felt like we had unlimited source of energy and would stay up talking until 4-5am. Many times the sun would come up, and we would say oh we better get to bed.
Today, I look through something of hers, to see if I can learn just one thing about my mother. I love hearing and sharing stories of my mom. I miss my mama.
