Each day now there is a moment when I consider my mother's place in my thoughts.
Each day I pause to wonder if I've brought Her to mind since waking.
Each day the answer is the same.
"Mom" is the breath of each of my exhalations.
"Mommy" is the sound that fills the space between my each beat of my heart.
There is no thought, no moment, that is not filled with the essence of my mother.
That's what keeps me going.
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