31. Life after Life.

Deangelo.

My mom was the rockstar of my world, my anchor, my safe place. She was my heaven, my superhero.

She was one for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny things... how they made me smile from toe to lips.

Which hand was my cookie in? Which way would we walk to school? Would be splashing in puddles or leaping over? Would we dance our special jig if we saw a cat? It was so fun, all those everyday adventures... I can still feel her excitement at seeing a simple flower or the way the light played upon the path. In a life so overwhelming and tight like ours, it was her that was amazing, not because she was given so much, yet because she made it that way.

Dad and some of his strong gammas had not been around when mom it all happened. I can vividly remember how I was slumped at the table in my room, my brows creased and face tense when Mom had walked in with a coffee in hand as she asked "How are you, my baby?" her tone casual and light.

I scowled at her scrambled eggs, "I don't know