I always wonder if my mom is proud of me….wherever she is.
I wonder if she knows that God gave me a repeat of her life….and her looks.
I wonder if she knows that I know her pain…the pain she felt when she was on this earth.
I know it well….too well.
I wonder if she knows that I am telling my dad everything he never gave her a chance to say.
I wonder if she knows how much I love her and how sorry I am that I wouldn’t love her when she was alive….but they wouldn’t let me.