4 years ago was the day you gained your wings. Dear mom! Not a day has passed that I haven’t thought of you! Not a day has passed that I haven’t missed you or cried over you. Even though I feel your presence, I know that you are watching over me, it is hard. Grief completely sucks.

You were the best mom someone ever could have asked for. You were always there, we did fun things, laughed cried and moved around the world together.

What helps me through the day is knowing that you are free now. No fight with breathing. No pain. Just a free spirit probably hosting a bunch of parties there in heaven. You are cracking people up with your contagious smile. What hair color do you have now? Purple probably…

Know that down here on earth you are greatly missed.

Until we meet again!

Pia Wichmann
January 9, 1949 – May 14, 2020