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I felt the heavy as soon as I woke up. The confusion of settling on an emotion only pegged me for more of the Rollercoaster.

My tears started at 11am late yesterday morning, all before even clocking in for my work shift. I was frazzled. Kept longing for The Lady of My life and the unconditional love we share; starting where spirit surrounds sperm meeting egg; when that almighty spark of light is ignited annoucing to the universe and uterus to atom, nucleus, cell, etc., a new being at that very moment has been created…the sound of the mother’s blood pulsing, the rhythm of the beating heart, and her breathing patterns are what a embryo becomes latched on, accustomed to hearing as it makes her body its nest & home for close to a year (ears are formed sooner than the eyes in the womb, making every vibration of sound from the moment a set of ears are formed inside of every mother’s womb with every type of unique amplifier it is able to stem from, is the root and tune of the universe in all its magic to our own frequencies/vibes/energy/auras every individual possesses, where personalities are constructed out of, the why behind becoming attracted to our core on every level imaginable, and sometimes without explanation or sometimes applying careful selection with intent or not, vibrations of every sound ever heard & dreamt to sound vibrations that can only be felt through ENERGY or EMOTION, lastly, also having the ability to create a ambiance or mood. Held most influential, ears are the anatomically the oldest of the five senses, holding higher value than say a set of eyes; trust me you rather be blind than deaf)

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE”

I reveal that highly educational information and showcased some deeper knowledge to say, “We are forever connected to our mothers. I will forever be reminded of my mother. Until forever, when time shatters and reinvents itself to reflect our nature, to infinity and beyond…you will always be my true love, my heartbeat. As shattered, emotionally and mentally battered and exposed as I’ve never felt but always feared time would pass and just as I am now so sure of, not even mama, Ms. Elaine S. Williams herself could have prepared me for this experience.

Ill always be HER only, HER pride and joy, serving as both her mother and daughter simultaneously, increasing as the years moved and gained a number, with a learned harmony that allowed to keep the wheels of the roles of life we served for one another spinning, tenderly moving with

guts, grace, and gratitude

“Later soon” I’ll say. Het never missing a beat, responds, “Soon, later”. at the end of every departure, the very last exchange of words on every phone or video call, even audio messages. My mama was cool like the other side of the pillow, man. I love you lady.