Three years ago today, I lost my mom- the person that created me, shaped me, and whose love held me up in ways I never fully understood until she was gone. I was just 17 years old, I couldn’t even imagine a life without her and the world feels completely different without her here. Now at 20 years old, I have learned that grief doesn’t go away with time but changes into a new perspective and It becomes something I carry with me everyday. I’ve learned to hold on to her, the lessons she taught me, to honor her, and cherish all the small memories. I still miss her everyday but I know she is here with me guiding me, loving me, and cheering me on from above! Healing doesn’t come easy and happens in moments but here is to the strength I didn’t know I had. Forever making you proud and missing you so much momma! ❤️😇