It's January 13th. Two years ago today you left us. It seems like so much has happened and yet like it was only yesterday that I held you. I know you're with me everyday, and that helps the missing you. I bought white miniature roses for your anniversary. They are small and pure and beautiful, just like you. You are remembered every day.
A friend showed me this by Jess MaHarry a few weeks ago.
On the back it says, "I am always with you. Be brave, have courage, and love life." Your memorial was on the Jewish New Year of Trees, and as my friend described it, it's the promise of the light to come from the midst of darkness. The dove, well, yeah, you get that symbol. And we're the mother and child. The mother is supposed to say those words to her child, but I have always felt you saying that to me. I do feel you are always with me. My sweet boy. I will be brave and act with confidence as much as I can. I will appreciate life's blessings and embrace them without reservation. I will act with kindness and patience and love. I will love life. And I will live it to the fullest knowing you are with me, by my side.
