Dear Mom,
It doesn't seem like it has been two years, but I think if I could talk to you on the phone we would probably talk for days before we caught up on all that has happened. We miss you, but you are still here everywhere - the dream catchers hanging in the girls' rooms, the knitted blankets they snuggle with each night, the photos on our walls, the phrases that I scream at them (like "what were you thinking?", "if you are going to do it, do it right", "don't be so stupid"), the meals we cook and the lullaby we sing every night. You live as part of our home every day.
And we kept our promise and did not "make a fuss" remembering this day. You said you thought it was dumb to remember the one day someone died instead of all the days they lived...so we did that, we shared stories, and we can do that now with more smiles than tears :). We "make a fuss" on your birthday instead!
Alex announced she planned to live at least one day longer than her last child, so none of them had to be sad missing her like me. Sam misses her Grandma and probably still gets sadder than me. It's hard to believe she was only in first grade when you left.
Some people add lots to the lives of all those they encounter, and you were one of these people. "To live in the hearts of those we love is not to die." It's wonderful to read words from some of the people whose lives you were a part of.
Love you Mom,
Mikki"