She

03 Sep She

heartShe is the one who got away, she is the one who never left, and she is the one I’ve always loved. I still remember my first impression of her. It’s not something I like to remember, and not because it wasn’t amazing. It was the single greatest moment of my life. She first came into my life in late July. It was as hot as ever, and there’s no way I couldn’t notice her. She had shorter, brunette hair that fell just short of her shoulders. She was short of stature but strong in nature. You could tell by the way she carried herself that she was sweet and confident. Her deep brown eyes made you feel right at home, regardless of your struggles.

My first conversation with her was near incoherent. At certain moments in life, you are speechless, and this was truly one of these moments. I felt silly at first, but she luckily gave me the opportunity to get to know her. It took a few years before our real relationship began. In the first few years, she made me laugh, smile, and cry more than I previously knew possible. As I continued to grow as a person, she grew with me. She taught me the meaning of faith, hope, and love. We learned our love of music, art, and literature together. Although we had different styles, we could appreciate it all the same. She knew when to tell me no, and she knew when to support me.

She was my rock when I was at my lowest of lows, and my confidant in my highest of highs. Whenever I lost motivation, she pushed me to my limits. Sometimes I would look at her with admiration and other times I would be resentful towards her. My resent was misplaced as I would get upset when she showed me my flaws. It’s easy to grow weary in a long relationship and forget that criticism and care will strengthen us. She made me better. She was strong enough for me and her both.

Her love spread everywhere within the community. She always made an impression and connected with anyone we met. Her artistic talents and appreciation were taught to everyone she could possibly hand them to. Even when meeting my father, she was incredibly sweet. The best part though was that she loved me, but she loved my brother just as much. She is my first love, she is my guardian angel, and she is my mom.

I loved her with all of my heart, and I couldn’t believe it when it happened, when she passed away. I wanted to try to write this as a small piece of my feelings and how I remember her life. My mom helped make me who I am today and I love her so much for that.

I love you mama-do, you are so good. MMNH <3

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  • David Dyer
    Posted at 03:07h, 04 September Reply

    Incredibly touching, Dan. Beautifully crafted words.

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