There was a time when this date felt like a weight. A reminder. Something that tightened my chest and pulled me backward. For a long time, anniversaries like this didn’t feel like reflections, they felt like reopenings.
But today feels different. Today isn’t about grief winning anymore. Today is about celebration. I choose to celebrate her life. Her strength. Her sacrifices. Her love. I choose to honor the woman who helped shape me, even when life tried its hardest to break me.
I’ve come from places that weren’t easy. I’ve walked roads full of detours, dead ends, and lessons learned the hard way. I’ve stumbled, I’ve fallen, and I’ve had to rebuild myself more than once. But every step forward, every ounce of growth, every moment of resilience carries her fingerprint on it.
I know, without a doubt, that she would be proud of who I’ve become. Not because I’m perfect, FAR from it, but because I never stopped trying.
Because I kept moving. Because I turned pain into purpose and scars into proof that I survived. So today, I don’t mourn what was taken. I honor what was given.
Happy heavenly anniversary, Mom. Your love still walks with me. And I carry you forward in everything I do. 💙🤍❤️
