When was the last time I gave you a hug at Christmas? Can you feel me embracing you? Because I want to feel you. I am here, you are there. “Where are my children,” you asked. We are here and you are there. You will be there forever. And you’re no longer in pain. That is beautiful. And you are no longer afraid.
You asked me if you were a good mother. My head found a hundred questions, my heart only found one answer. Next time I’ll listen to my heart. And then I’ll hug you, mom, here or there – not only at Christmas but also on a Tuesday.
Sleep well. I love you.