And knowing what we do now and feeling like it is bittersweet fills me with a knife I cannot remove. The bitter is that you are not here but the sweet is what you have achieved and your legend.
In my memory, you were always gentle and soft-spoken. Always making your "Baby girls" feel special.
Trying to uncover everything is like wandering around in a house without doors. There is no closure--just an endless maze of rooms and compartments.
The only way to know you now is to look at your children's faces and listen to their recollections. It is for me to sing and for my fingers to touch the black and white keys.
For those you left behind, we all carry a piece of you within ourselves.