Today it’s been two years since my mom was released from her physical body. Although I don’t feel her energy around me the same way I do Lauren (nor does she call me and leave messages in spanish on my phone), there’s still an amazing burst of love that comes through when I think of her. Sort of like big arms that encircle me with pure, blinding love. And for a moment, I rest in that feeling and truly understand how much love she gave me.
So mama, here’s to you and your big heart. I’m almost glad you’re not here because the thought of a black man as president and a Clinton in the cabinet would have killed you dead anyway. heheh Bless your misguided (republican) heart. How did you EVER get such a liberal for a daughter?