Dear Mom,
I love you too.
The sky is blue, and while the sun blinds me when I look up, I still hope you are looking down.
You said you knew there was a God, because there was a blue sky. I still remember that, and while I didn’t understand at the time, I understand now: you desired heaven, and you wanted to believe what I want to believe, that your mother was there looking down at you as you looked up for her.
I hope your dreams came true, and I hope you are now there with her, and your father, at peace, at Plum Lake.
There are, and will always be so many things I wish I said, and wish I didn’t say, but your soul was kind, and I know you loved me regardless, and I know you knew I loved you too.
Love,
Your daughter, Beth, the one who is still grateful to have spent at least half her life with one of the most amazing people ever to walk the Earth.