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I was ok. All week, I was ok.
Today, I am not ok. Today is a day that I just want my momma. I just want to talk to her. To hear her voice. I have been having dreams with her all week. Not hearing her voice, just having her “looks”. That mom look. If you know, you know.
I miss her something terrible. I keep trying to keep her memory alive. Her spirit. She was a powerful entity. She was an influential person. I cannot be half the person she was. I can only strive to be.