Today marks the 2nd anniversary of the death of my best friend and biggest fan.
More than anything I miss her hands. I remember watching all the things she did with those hands - shucking corn, cutting cake, wiping away tears, cleaning dirty faces and snapping her fingers when her favorite songs played on the radio.
I wrote "Our parents should live forever" last winter on an especially difficult day of remembering. I'm sharing it again today as I reminisce about the woman who was a hero and role model to all the women in my family.
Click here to read Our parents should live forever: A freestyle in prose.