Today would have been my Mama Rosie’s 76 birthday! I miss her so much ♥
She adopted me when I was 15 months old at 50 years old (She was my great aunt - Grandfather’s Sister). Being young and having your parent die isn’t easy, it feels like there’s so many things left undone that I could have accomplished to make her proud. She made it very known she was proud of me as I am. I’m happy to have that.
Losing people isn’t the end. It’s just different. She’d be a lot more disappointed if I didn’t pursue happiness even after her passing. :]