She did not die

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

My mom passed away last Monday, 06 February.

Her death was so simple and pain-free. It was, in a way, serene and beautiful. 

I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am grateful that she did not suffer much. I am grateful for the life she lived. I am grateful that God gave me her for a mom. She was... is perfect. 

I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

I'm okay. Don't worry about me. Mom's greatest gift to me was her optimism and despite all the uncertainty and challenges that I now have to face alone, I am and will always be hopeful that I will emerge victorious.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush.

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

The dress I'm wearing is actually my mom's. For some reason, I find unusual comfort in wearing her clothes and using her things. My mom is just around. I know that. As the poem goes, she is everywhere. In the gentle breeze; the moon's soft glow; in every rainbow. 

 I loved her but God loved her more.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there;

I did not die.

   

Dress - Mint

Black clogs - Parisian

Black bag with tassel - Parisian

Leather cuffs - The Bead Shop

White rubber watch - ODM My Pilipinas collection