I wake up some days and it hits me so hard that my parents, my only sibling and my best friend are all in heaven. It shakes me to my core, like somehow forgot while I was sleeping. But after I grieve and cry for a little bit, it hits me…

How lucky am I to miss people so deeply that it wakes me up and makes me sob until my stomach hurts?

How lucky am I to have been so loved, so fully, and to have been blessed with such a wonderful Mother, that my heart aches every single day?

I’m so lucky to have loved, and to have been loved like that in this lifetime. And I’m still loved. My husband and children cover me in love everyday.

I am so lucky.