They say that part of losing someone that you love is letting go. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to let my mom go. She is still so much a part of who I am that it would mean giving up a piece of myself…and it’s a piece of myself that I really like. So instead of letting go, I carry a piece of my mom with me every day. She is a part of who I am as a person and always will be.

I Carry Her With Me
By Krista Longeway

And just like that she was gone
There one day and gone the next
And my world was never quite the same again
Now all the love that I feel has nowhere to go
It has become a longing in my heart 
Wishing for past moments now gone
Yet there is also joy in the remembering
Fond memories that will never leave me
She is a piece of my heart even still
And I carry her with me every day