I know it hasn’t even been two years since your journey to Our Father in heaven, but some days it seems like a lifetime ago that we sat together and talked and laughed and cried as Mothers and Daughters do. I know we promised you that we would not drift apart from each other when you were gone, but being in Branson for our first family reunion without you is bittersweet. We hope to get together every other year on your birthday so we can celebrate your life and fulfill our promise to you. Maybe those of us who could not make it this year will make it in 2015. We all did our part in the kitchen, although none of us attempted to make your potato salad or baked beans. I don’t know, I just don’t think any of us are ready for that yet. I know you are happy. I hope that you are looking down on us with a proud heart and a tender smile. I need to keep this short, Mom. I miss you so much. The more I write, the more I long to hear your laughter and feel your hugs.
I love you,