When my mother died, I thought the hardest part would be living without her. But while sorting through her things, my sister and I found a small note in her handwriting:
“If you’re reading this, I’ve gone ahead. Don’t cry too long. Live fully. Travel, laugh, and care for each other. I love you beyond words.”
That note became our anchor. In grief, it brought comfort. In doubt, it offered guidance. Her words reminded us that love doesn’t end—it simply changes form. And through that simple message, she continues to walk beside us, every single day.
