Dear mom, I’m getting married

Dear mom. It’s me.

Its already been a year after you passed, and now the upcoming Christmas season is just not as merry as they used to be. I’m getting married to him in a few weeks. You know, the one that you’ve told me is the right one?

I have to say, its not always just perfect. But thinking about getting married, having kids, moving into a new house… all of these things is not the same without you in my life.

I am just now finally starting to realize what its like to live as an adult, and its hard for me to think that you can’t see the person I’ve become to be. Walking down the aisle with dad is going to be one of the most heartbreaking moments of my life. Ironic right?

They say I resemble you in your passion for the arts, your sincerity, your compassion, your smile… but honestly the more time passes the harder it is to think of your face. I really wish you were here. I wish people looked at us and smiled and said, “Wow, she really is a chip off the old block”. I wish I could ask you about having kids, when to prepare, what its like, how you did it.

I hate writing about you, because it brings back emotions that I’m finished getting over.

But I guess that’s something I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life, huh.