In a small, central Texas town cemetery.
I miss you so much, I can't breathe if I think about it too long. I know we fought and feuded when I was young. I know we became good friends as I grew up. You were my touchstone, my "safe base", my conscience and my guide. I still hear your voice in my head when I'm troubled. I still see you with your hands on your hips when I've done something I shouldn't. Big girl and I stood at your grave yesterday, with flowers and tears, selfishly wishing you back with us.
On this Mother's day, I remember every little thing about you and weep like the child I still am. I remember everything you ever taught me, and go on like the woman you wished me to be.