As she walks away, I stand here watching a part of my life end.
A feeling from my chest follows into my fingertips, tears flood my eyes and my ability to speak vanishes just as her form fades from sight.
Moments before, when her arms were wrapped around my neck and her cheek to mine, I heard a faint whisper, "I love you Mom." It wasn't much clearer than the first time I heard, "I love you, Mommy" from her lips so many years ago.
Now in my mind I see her face, touch her curls and feel her with me. I hope she feels me with her every step of the way and in her mind hears from my lips, "I love you, you are like no other."
As she faded from my sight a part of her life is just beginning.
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