10/19/2026
There are things I only say to you, Mom, and never in daylight.
How loved you were. How much of me is built from you. How the house still feels like it’s holding its breath for you to walk in.
At the funeral and afterward, people said kind things to me, and I said “thank you.” I never said any of this.
Missed beyond measure is the only way I’ve found to put it. It still isn’t big enough.