It’s been seven years since I touched your pretty face and held you in my arms. Seven years since I kissed your soft cheek and heard your sweet voice. It has been seven years since I’ve heard your distinct walk through the house and brushed your long brown hair. We all still miss you and my heart still aches even though it’s been seven years.
There is no time limit to grief, I have learned this among other things in the last seven years. I’ve learned I am stronger than I thought I was, and it’s ok to cry, even if it’s every day. But not to live so long in the past that we give up the present and future. I have learned how to talk about you my sweet Madison without my voice and hands shaking...well most of the time. The hardest thing to learn was how to live without you. The struggle is real and not just for me. You left a hole so big that I don’t think you ever realized how much you would be missed and by so many. I imagine that hole in my heart not filled, because nothing can ever do that but surrounded by sunflowers, one of your favorites.
My heart will ache no matter how many years have gone by. And I will always remember the softness of your touch, the way you called me, “mama,” and how very blue your eyes. Eventually when I am old my memory may fade but my love for you never will.
