11/08/2025
Four years ago, she held her grandmother’s hand for the last time.
Since that day, loss became a shadow that never left.
Three family members gone in nine months — and one of them was her daughter, Nora.
Every Mother’s Day since has carried two feelings: gratitude and grief.
She’s thankful for the mother she still has… but her arms still ache for the child she can no longer hold.
That kind of emptiness never heals — it just becomes quieter.
Yesterday, her son asked, “Why don’t we decorate Nora’s grave?”
He doesn’t know she was cremated.
He only knows there’s a little box in his mother’s room — the one she can’t bring herself to explain.
Now, she searches for a way to honor her — maybe something small, gentle, something that says she was here.
Because her boy needs it too.
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