Tomorrow will be three years
since I picked up the phone
to Dad's voice
"Honey, she's gone."
I had seen you
two days earlier.
I can still feel
your hand in mine.
You were beyond speech but
when you squeezed my hand
I knew that you knew
I was there.
I promised to take care of dad.
And I have, as much as he will let me.
I told you it was okay for you to go.
You were in so much pain.
You weren't you anymore.
Dad said, "If there was anything to pull we would have pulled it."
Not for him,
Because you hated being that way.
I told you you had been a great mom.
I forgave all the teenage crap.
I forgave the adult crap.
I said that I would be okay.
I need you.
I never planned on motherhood
without my mother to guide me.
I miss you.
The good and the bad.
I never knew I'd watch Gilmore Girls
To remember how much of a pain you could be.
I know I am not the only one suffering.
Dad still reaches for you in the morning.
Aunt V, your older sister, often time travels in her head
to when you were alive.
My sister and brother live with their regrets.
I have few with regard to you.
I am proud of how I was able to care for you
like you cared for me.
I only wish I could have done so longer.