It has been a brutal and emotional start of the year.
This past Saturday my mother passed away, she was 65 years old, and I am grateful to have shared 38 of those wonderful years with her.
She was a special person, calmed and collected, but also full of love and with an enormous willingness to help out anyone in need.
I already missed her, and I know that these past two years were really hard for her, but I am grateful that her fight with her illness was short-lived and that she didn’t suffer.
I’ll carry her in my heart forever.
I will keep my updates of this past few weeks for another post, for now, I’ll reminisce of the good times spent with her, and wish her a safe journey to finally meet my dad, to spend the rest of eternity walking hand in hand thru their beloved purple desert.