It's not that I don't think of my mom anymore. I do. I think of her daily, as I always have.
And it's not that I don't feel the need to speak with her anymore, or write down the stories that I want her to know.
It's that I choose to feel that she's with me. Not staring at me or watching me from above, just a part of me. She's gone; she's not coming back; and I've known all along that "talking" to her through this blog was just a gimmick. I just pretend that she's part of me and sees things the way I do. Through my eyes.
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