You were my miracle, Mom. The moment after you had just gotten out of surgery, when Dad told you Becca and I were in the room, and tears ran down your face. The fact that you ever got up, spoke, left the hospital bed at all. The 20 months that I got to spend with you that could have just as easily been 20 minutes, 20 hours, 20 days.
You were my miracle. You are my miracle.
I miss you so much it hurts my heart.
I was thinking about your mom yesterday. I know you miss her everyday, but this season can make that pang extra sharp. It's hard to live in the tension of being grateful for the miraculous time you got to spend with someone you love so fiercely, but also feeling the ache of their absence. Love you.
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