“You are my legacy.
You are the very best part of me.”

So I showed up that Saturday. And the next. And the one after that.

The kids were messy and loud and spilled juice on everything. But they painted with their whole hearts, and they asked me questions like, “Do you believe in angels?” and “Can sadness make your hair fall out?”

And one little girl—her name was Kiri—told me she didn’t remember what her mom looked like anymore.

I pulled out the letter. I read it to her.

She didn’t say anything for a while. But when her aunt came to pick her up, Kiri hugged me and said, “I think my mom sees me too.”

That’s when I knew.

Mom didn’t write that letter just for me. She wrote it for anyone who needed to feel seen, even when the person who loved them most couldn’t physically be there.

It’s been a year now.

I still miss her every single day. But I’m not stuck anymore. I’m building something—with the same love she built into me. And sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see her smiling through my own tired eyes.

She was right.

“Just look into the mirror.
Look deep into your own eyes,
And you’ll see me there.”

To anyone grieving right now: you’re not alone. They’re not gone. Not really.

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