Tomorrow is a day that always brings me at least some sadness. It is the day my mother passed away, and it will be the 10 year mark this year. I can still recall the night before very clearly and most of the day of. When I was at Arlington Cemetery visiting her grave site (Columbarium) today, I recalled how it was raining before she passed away, and not long after she passed, it stopped raining. I can't help but think of how this was a sign of some sort.
I know that tomorrow will be hard, but I know that she want me to be happy. I know that she is "here" in some manner. A framed piece of art that she gave me is still hanging above her framed picture. It says, "A daughter is forever, and I'm so glad you're mine." Reading this reminds me of how much she loved me, and I know that this will never end.
Davida
