I sit here in front of a blank page, thinking about what to say to properly explain the emotion that I currently experience about my mom. the best way to say it is... Im okay. this is the first time in a while where I'm content. I don't know if this is just a stage of emotion,
or it's just really getting easier. Through out the past 3 years that I've written in my blog, I've talked about how my moms love flows through my heart, and it does.
and I'm completely sure of that. although my mom isn't here physically here. I still feel her presence, and I think that's just in my heart: but I'm happy.
I continue to look at my tattoo and I'm honored to have that symbol that's constantly a part of me. people ask me what my tattoo is. it's opens up the conversation of who my mom is, was, or why she's important. my mom is a tool that I have to change people's lives.
I love you mom!
