a mother's love

there are simply no words for a loss this great. suffice to say my mother was the classiest, most elegant, loving woman in the world. though at times the pain feels too great and the tears continue to fall, i remind myself that i have one more angel watching over me. i trust and find peace in knowing that my mom is exactly where she's supposed to be, back in my father's arms sipping champagne and dancing the night away. and though i miss her terribly and my thoughts never seem to wander far, i consider myself one of the lucky ones. i had her, and that says it all.

i love you, mom.

xo,
gaye.