I looked over at the bookcase to see the sun shining through the window onto my Mom's crystal. The sparkle of her just filled the room. I can't believe it's been 21 years. Still feels like I could call you up on the phone and hear your voice.
You always had time to talk. Time to share your wisdom. Time to let me lay my head on your lap. Time to tickle my arm. Time to be a fabulous cook. Time to play cards. Time to share a book. Time to teach me about life and about death.
I know you sent that sunshine. Thanks Mom for everything.