10/08/2024
It’s been a year since my Mamie passed away, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her. But I feel her spirit traveling with me, guiding me when I need it most. On my journey, I’ve met incredible people —especially when hitchhiking, where drivers are often around my Mom’s age, reminding me of her in the most unexpected ways.
It’s strange not being able to call her, but sometimes, we still talk in our own way. Losing your parents, even as an adult, is something you can never really prepare for. What does it even mean to be an adult?
She was my home. Now it’s time to build my own, the place where I feel safe and loved.
Anyway, life is short, and it can change in an instant. So, enjoy every moment, do what makes your soul happy, and never do anything that goes against who you are. Be kind — to others and yourself.
Love yourself and love your life.
1st photo is of the last night’s sky in Collingwood, NZ. She is one of those stars 🤍
2nd photo is my Mom’s last photo, luckily with her loved ones.
3rd one is me on the peak, getting “closer” to her.