Losing my mom has been a bitter-sweet experience. While I know she’s gone, I see my mother so much around me every day I feel like she’s not gone, she’s just in the next room.

• I see her elegance and grace in my daughter, Jillian.
• I see her thoughtfulness and generosity in my daughter Laurel.
• the way she always thought to put my name on the prayer rolls at the temple from sweet ladies at church who do the same
• her provision in her car I’m using, the clothes she left behind.
• her presence in her room I’m sleeping in.
• her motherly encouragement and wisdom in my friend Judi G. Reid
• her conversation and friendship in a myriad of friends.
• her concern and attention to detail in my dad who has now assimilated her characteristics.
• the way she looked after my kids when I couldn’t be with them in my sister, Karen.
• the light in her eyes when I look in the mirror.
• her love in my heart.