You have nailed it so appropriately! What is left to say. The philosopher lies when he says that "Time heals all things." It just "ain't" so. But what IS so, is that every time I see you, and hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you, I see, hug, kiss and tell the precious embodiment of momma.
You are right; she is "so proud." You carry on the tradion in her stead, in the classiest most faithful way I could ever imagine. She lives in all of us, but most of all in you.
I reckon it's a 'gender thing.' I don't care. She is near and I know it.
Hebrews 12, verse one references the "cloud of witnesses." That reference is to those who have gone on before us. A witness is one who sees. So she DOES see us, at least from time to time. I honestly believe that she is pleased with what she sees--especially in you.
Thank you for the beautiful poem. It is a blessing. I'll call you tonight. <><
Through it all, I will be there to help shoulder the burdens and, I am...
Your brother supreme,
Johnboy