One Month

It has been one month since my mother died. It seems like yesterday and it seems like an eternity. There is no time frame when you love someone. The more we reminisce about her, the more we realize just how lucky we were. There are only happy stories to tell. There was never a bad moment. It is not that we are skewing the past, it is the reality of who she was. She never said a bad word to anyone. She never yelled or fought or was nasty. Each person I speak to remembers her with the same words. She was a kind person who was always smiling. Even when she could no longer speak, she still smiled. She was the most BEAutiful person I ever knew.