February 11, 2018: Because of my advocacy, Mom is all around me every day. I listen to her voice on audio recordings, I watch her on videos, and I write about her. I sit in her chairs. I eat off her dishes. I wear her clothes. I even inherited her BFF Pia Roma.
Some people might think that’s strange. Or morbid. I don’t. It’s what people have done for thousands of years when their stuff was passed down from one generation to the next. And it’s always more than just things. It’s stories and sayings and songs and ways of doing and being.
Despite being steeped in Mom, I still miss her sometimes. When I do, I know where to find her.