mother

I miss you. 

The innocence bubble popped when my dad died. He was never coming home again. I was eleven years old. Then a new, different normal began. 

I remember realizing when in college, I had lived half my life with my father on earth and half with him in heaven. Correspondence with my grandmother gave me insight into my dad. She couldn't get him to do a thing. It wasn't until LOVE came to him, in the form of my mother, did she see him DO the things she could never motivate him to do. LOVE is a force. GOD IS LOVE.

Thank You, God, for the legacy of this chair.

And for all the prayers, prayed, sitting there.

"Laura."

Hearing my mother say my name, unexpectedly brought tears to my eyes.

Hearing my name, not Sweet, or some other euphemism.