The Memories

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As time passes of when my beloved Grandmother is no longer with us, I must look at pictures sometimes to remember her face. Yet then, the memories come flooding back to me, and I feel her touch, hear her laugh. I spent so many memorable moments with Mama, and yet even now I struggle to remember them.

It has been a little bit over a year, in fact, a year and a week from this very date when I am writing this that Mama died. I still remember it well, yet sometimes I don't want to.

Often, I will stop a fun activity or whatever I'm doing and go, Wouldn't Mama like this? or What would Mama do? I know that Mama lives in the memories of all of us, and that she sometimes advises us all.

We must all remember that Mama is now happy, watching over us always and connecting to us every chance she gets, sharing her warmth and her smiles.

I know we all think of Mama often, and we can find her in each other.