An open letter to my Mom, it is my hope that you are now at a place with all those that gave you joy. My heart aches, not so much from pain but from expansion of all of the heartfelt memories you left me with. You were always able to bring out the best of everyone and everything, including the powdered milk. It wasn't always easy but your kids always thought it was. You were tough when you needed to be and I for one am thankful for that. As your kids, we could do no wrong in your eyes, even though that wasn't always the case. Still, you were MY rock, my Mom and we got through it, whatever it was, however big or small. No, we weren't trouble kids but we were not angels, all the time. Even you have to admit that. Our conversations the last few years brought us both joy. You would just sit and listen, never getting bored with it. Every once in a while, bring up a past memory. Laughing and then reflecting how much the past is still the now and how the grandkids will most likely do the same things we did. I miss you. We all miss you. You will always be in my heart. Every once in a while, just like a few minutes ago, I'll wonder, what's she doin now.