That I will be remembered as the girl with lots of love to give, a heart filled with joy and hope. That I may not be perfect and have strong boundaries but for those who are close to my heart, I hope to be remembered as present, available, and ready to listen. That I may be remembered more than my labels of a daughter, mother, and wife – that I will be seen as a kind human being who knew her value, worth and is not afraid to wear her emotions in her sleeve.
She is light-hearted.
She finds good in people.
Her presences demands respect.
Her kindness is overflowing.
A woman of service.
A woman who had the will to always find a way to make something work.
A woman who loved her husband, her child, her parents, her siblings and friends.
A writer who knows how to use her words to express the rawest of emotions.
An honest writer.
A human who was not afraid to give it her all.
A healthy-hearted human being who loves hearty conversations and relating.
I hope that one day, someone can look back to my life and admire the decisions I have made and the time I took to make big decisions- or the intentions behind my actions. This is the legacy I hope to leave behind.
The Mother’s Journal 
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