Two years ago today,
It's always a sad day.
Plus, it's snowing today.On her last days,
when she knew the end was near,
she wished to at least see the snow
one last time.
She loved the first falling snow,
loved the white snow in the trees,
and she loved Christmas.
She never did get to see the snow again.
So whenever I see the first snowfall now,
it makes me sad.
My brother got this tattoo made...
in honour of mom.
She loved music,
and this song in particular by ABBA,
I have a dream.
She had asked her 12 siblings
to sing it at her funeral...
and our hearts broke
into a million pieces.
And just yesterday,
I was sorting out some of my old cards
and found this one mom had given me
a few years ago.
I am choosing to honour her memory
by continuing to dream beautiful dreams,
even if it's sometimes hard,
even if i sometimes stand alone,
even if they may never come true...