A Joyful Kind of Sad: Year 8 of Living Her Legacy
Eight years. Eight years and yet it feels like yesterday. Yesterday that I kissed her cheek. Yesterday that I put on my Easter dress, the last dress she had seen me in, to wear to her funeral. Yesterday that I realized that I had to grow up. By myself. (Naturally, miss independent came out.) Then I reflect on all that has happened since then. I really, truly have grown up. I switched schools. We moved houses. I made amazing memories in high school. I was president of a service club. I became a head teacher at EFM. My Nana passed away. I graduated number ten in my class. I traveled to Europe. I started college and moved to Columbia. I joined a sorority. I found a new church. My Grandma Tyler passed away. I made many wonderful friendships. I decided I was going to move right outside of Atlanta and do an amazing internship after my freshman year. So many things. I just wish, earnestly, more than anything, that my mom would've been here to see it. I know tha...