It’s been over 17 years now since I’ve heard your voice. Seen your smile. Held your hand.

Seventeen long years that I haven’t been able to talk to you and tell you about my life. Seventeen years that I haven’t been able to call you and ask for advice, or tell you exciting things about your granddaughter Ashley and her life.

I now have three wonderful beautiful grandchildren. But you probably know that, because I do believe that even from heaven you’re still watching us and keeping an eye on what’s going on.

Ashley’s a great mom to the little ones. And she’s fortunate enough to be a stay at home mom so she can be with them, like you did with me until Daddy died. I’m glad they all have that opportunity, and I believe it’s really good for them all.

I know you’d just love your great grandchildren just as much as we love them. There are days that I can picture you with them, playing dolls, or playing school (which was Ashley’s favorite to play with you), helping them color, reading to them….. And I can just picture your delight in having a great grandson to spoil as well. 

I know you’re happy where you are now, especially now that your beloved sister and best friend has joined you. I can imagine all of the family get togethers you’re enjoying, and I’m sure you’re still making your special cinnamon buns for everyone in heaven to enjoy.

It’s never been the same here without you. hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about you, and wish I could just hear your voice and see your face again. But one day I will.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I sure miss you, and will love you forever.