Maman, two years already. Khaliti blasktek kbira…
Not a single day passes by without me wondering what you would think, say, or do, while I go through life’s tribulations. I miss our weekly chats (and I am so mad at myself for not realizing how important they were).
Two years have passed. The grief is still as powerful as it was two years ago. And I am glad it is. It helps me remember you vividly. I find solace in small details, the pictures, your recipes in your own handwriting, your voicemails and emails, and I chuckle from time to time when I remember some of the things you’d say.
I miss you every day.
Lah Irahmek.