I’ve been thinking about you a lot this year, Mama. Thinking about where you might be, which star in the sky that sparkles might be you…what you would say to this or that.

But mostly, I just remember your words of advice you have given me all through out the time you were here with me.

It’s hard to get that now. No one offers “motherly” advice like your own mom. No one can give me the advice or say what you would say.

I miss that. I miss you.