Chelsea
“How are you holding up, honey?” Dottie handed me a cup of coffee and took a seat next to me on the deck.
Staring out at the horizon, I watched the sky color itself in a rainbow of oranges and pinks. Life in Geneva Key was different than Chicago, not better or worse. “Some days are better than others.” My gaze shifted from the artwork on the horizon to the woman I’d known and loved my entire life. “It scares me to think I’m going to lose her, and that if I don’t remember her, there won’t be anyone around to share with the world how amazing she was.”
Dottie patted my leg just like my mother would have done, and I wondered if she’d picked up the habit watching her over the years, or if she’d always been nurturing. “I think she’ll always be in your heart. And as long as she’s there, her memory will survive. Your mother has touched the lives of more people than you could ever imagine.”