Dear Mom
Dear Mom, I’ve written and re-written this letter in my mind so many times. Its true the old saying - You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til its gone - because I now know that you were one of my very best friends on this earth. Ironically, I have a terrible memory. My memories of childhood are patchy and very specific. Most of my memories with you are when I was very young, once when I was in an especially intense bit of trouble, and moving to Alaska is a strong memory as well. I think however, most of our friendship was formed as I was an adult. Gosh we had fun. You always were fun. You enjoyed being with people and you seemed to sincerely enjoy being with us. You didn’t necessarily always give advice, but you definitely always listened. Not everyone does that. You were wise and you were kind, which meant I trusted you. And you knew me better than anyone else. And now you’re gone. I remember the first time we spoke abo...
