2/5/19

You are still my favorite person. You may not be here anymore, but there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I’d give anything to have you here again. I wonder what it would have been like if you hadn’t died before I graduated and moved back to California all those years ago. I wonder how those years would have been different for me if you were here.

I didn’t get to ask you all the questions that come to me now as an adult. You did your best to tell us about the family history, but there is so much I don’t know about you and your life. I spent as much time with you as I could when I was younger and called you 2-3 times a week my freshman year in college, but there is a big difference between 18 and 33. I wonder how you would have felt seeing your great grandchildren who would have adored you.

With every year that passes mom looks more and more like you. I vividly remember you when I bake your almond bars or lemon squares and they taste exactly how you made them. So many memories of you. There is sadness, but then there is joy because I was lucky enough to have you in my life.

You are my angel and you are my rock-always have been, always will be.

I love you Mamma. And I miss you.

Love,
February