A Quiet Strength
Most of her childhood remains tucked away in silence.
Little fragments slip out sometimes like old photographs caught in the wind, but never enough to reveal the full story.
Only enough to understand this:
she survived things that could have hardened her permanently.
And yet somehow —
she remains soft.
Forever Seventy - A Daughter’s Tribute To The Man Who Taught Us Laughter Is The Best Medicine
And then… April 12th changed everything.
Morning coffee will no longer include you physically by mom’s side on FaceTime — however, I don’t doubt you’re within reach of every step she’s taking.
Our hearts ache with the simple thought of not hearing you walk through that front door — the sound of your cane clicking with each step.
Your wandering eye at the dining table as we play a ferocious game of “Jimenez Rule” Rummy.
The Yankee game playing in the background on an astronomically high volume — as you murmur under your breath, “No one can give us back our ‘98 Yankees.”
Or, your infectious belly laughs that have us in stitches right along side with you.
