The truth is I don’t know if this will ever stop hurting. But what I do know is that I can finally focus in the moments where some beauty, or kindness, or compassion reminds me of her. In those instants I feel my mom’s strength and I remember what she always wanted me to be: happy.
Great literature endures because it has great truth. For every question you’ve wanted answered, sorrow you’ve felt, and victory you’ve tasted, there’s a writer who has captured your emotion with immaculate grace.