Thibodaux, Louisiana
Thibodaux, Louisiana
in memory of
She was my mother.
Her laugh, her beautiful green eyes, the way she loved animals, her hugs would fill my nose, the way I used to lay my head in her lap and she would run her fingers through my hair.
Fishing makes me think of her. Aside from cooking, fishing was her favorite thing to do. My husband and I fish as often as we can and each time, I think of my mom.
As for what I would say to her, if I could say anything at all, and if I saw her again, I don’t know if I’d be able to say anything at all, honestly. I think that I would just stare at her in just complete love and admiration and just be in complete awe of being able to see her again. And I think I would just wrap her up in my arms and hold her and squeeze her as tight as I could and never let her go and just tell her that I miss her so much and that she is always with me. And I’ve carried her with me this entire time, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. And even after fifteen years, it’s still really hard. But I would tell her that I’m okay. And I know she would be proud of the woman that I have become and that I’m a lot like her. And I would just ask her to keep looking out for me and just watching over me and our family. But I would want her to know that I am okay.