Through her eyes

As the minutes, miles, and memories pass me by, I wonder what it is my mom sees when she closes her eyes…

She had always told me her favorite dreams were those when she found herself flying like a bird.

As I sit here in awe of the view, as I always am, I hope with all my heart that what she sees is something far more beautiful and serene…

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Today was even harder than the last departure. Desperation, denial, and nostalgia all taking their turns tugging at my thoughts…

It is so incredibly hard to be at peace with this. Mom and I hugged about five times before I left… we almost didn’t let each other go…

Pain like this, it shouldn’t exist 💔

Cachexia is taking its toll on her muscles…

She’s but a mere shadow of who she once was…

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Regardless of how it plays out, this will be the year I dedicate to my mom.

It’s because of her, I wanted to be an artist.

It’s because of her that I want to be the best possible version of myself.

And, it’s because of her that I understand the true nature of internal strength and tenacity.

I love you mom.

And I will, see you again. 💗