Lucky

every year since mom passed, I have made it a point to go to Charleston. She always had an affinity for the beach, the folly beach/charleston area in particular. this year I went with my sister in all but blood, and I swear I felt moms presence hovering in every step. I even joked she sent a few fun looking rain clouds our way to express how scandalized she was by my choice in attire on girls night and our various outings 😂. I find a little more peace in healing within each trip. the crippling weight and howling echoes of loss seemingly ease a touch each time- the tears sting the same, though. I hope they never stop.