I am her legacy, her echo in the world.
Yet, her passing left a void, a world less illuminated.
Years unfolded, bringing with them a chasm of silence.
The once warm gatherings turned cold, the comforting hum of family replaced by a piercing quiet.
The passing of my great-grandmother marked the beginning of the end.
The threads of familial ties began to unravel, and the fabric of our connection wore thin.
But I am more than just a daughter left in the cold.
I am a story of resilience, a tale of strength found in the most desolate of places.
I have weathered storms, navigated through the silence on my own, and emerged stronger.
You use my mothers name, but youve forgotten her essence.
Youve forgotten the love she embodied, the strength she wielded, and the family she held dear.
I carry it within me, and I live it every day.
Your silence has spoken volumes, but it is a language I no longer wish to understand.
