For my daughter

Dear Kayla,

I guess that my physical time on earth is done or you wouldn’t be reading this.

I know that you are sad now and that’s OK. I’d be a little pissed if you weren’t, but you already know that because you’re my daughter and that’s who I am. I’m just probably selfish enough and insecure enough to need to know you care enough to cry for me. And to cry for all those times that we won’t have.

But please, Kayla, don’t spend a lot of time missing me, cause nothing has really changed. The part of me that you could touch and smell and hear may not be around anymore, but the part of me that is really me, is as old as time and is still as close as it’s ever been. Its even closer. I’m as close as your thoughts. My spirit is in you and in everything that is. It always has been, only now you don’t have my body fooling you into thinking something different.

Nothing is going to happen that wasn’t going to happen anyway. The world will keep on spinning and the sun will keep on rising and you will go on living like you should. Cause nothing’s really different; I’m not gone, you just can’t see the part of me that’s here. But on the inside, Kayla, I know that you can hear me if you quiet the outer movie screen and let me tell you how much I love you.

No, the world isn’t going to change because my body is now ashes. And you’re not going to stop growing and being the beautiful woman you are, because you, like me, are greater than the sum of your parts, I am not gone, I just lost weight.

Love,

Mom