I miss you.
I miss you so much that it hurts.
You always showed me love,
And taught me right from wrong...well, mostly.
You did your best, even though you weren't my mom.
You gave me what she couldn't, or rather wouldn't:
You gave me hope.
Hope that I could be great.
Hope that I would make it through my hardships and challenges.
Hope that I could be as much of a helpful person as I wished to be.
And, you did it all with a smile on your face.
You did it all with open arms.
You did it all with kindness and love in your heart.

"We'll always talk."

You would tell me that, and it would mean the world to me.
I miss our talks.
I just wish that I would have talked more with you towards the end.
But, I know that you don't hold it against me,
Because you understand.
You always understood.
You always acknowledged the good in me when no one else would.
And, I never got to thank you for that...
I hope that I can one day be at least half as great a woman as you were.
I will always love you, as you always showed me love.
I will do my best to never forget the things that you taught me.
And, I will continue on my path knowing that you were proud of me, no matter what.

~Memory that haunts like ghosts