I've been finding lately,
that I do not seem to be writing
and journaling as much as I used to.
Do you remember a couple of weeks ago,
I told you that a close friend passed away?
Well, just a few days ago, I stumbled
upon an old writing journal of mine...
...and in it was a four-page entry I had written
about the day I met her.
She was the mom of an old friend of mine.
I was so struck by her.
She was a second mom to me.
But, I was surprised, as I read these words I'd written years ago,
by how much I had forgotten.
My memory isn't as wonderful as I'd like,
but thank goodness I wrote...
and that I continue to write.
Everything happens for a reason.
I believe this.
I was meant to stumble upon these old four pages...
perhaps a message for Mother's day...
and as a reminder to me
to keep on writing.