Recognize your mother for who she is: an amazing woman, a remarkable mother, and the best friend you will ever have.
You can’t say come back later, try again another day. Or month. Or year.
The day that my mom died became a day that marked the beginning of a slow metamorphosis into the person I am now. Half stone, half soul.
Although it took time, I learned that my loss and my grief would pave the way to my happiness.
So, as you all embark on the next stage of your young adult lives, I wanted to leave you with some advice to carry you through the next four years.