My mama is gone. I don’t even know how to write this… she passed last week and I haven’t been able to find the words. It’s as if writing the words makes it more real that my best friend, my safe place, my go-to, the one who was there for every single moment of my life, showing up for me in ways that no one else ever could for every milestone, every heartbreak, every joy - is gone. She was always there and now she won’t be. You’ve all seen her by my side - cheering me on from the crowd, along for my travels, exceeding expectations as a Nana - practically a second mom to my children. My kids only know a life where their Nana was always there. Explaining to them that she won’t be there anymore was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. She fought through so many battles in her life with a strength that amazed me, and even in her hardest days, she was still thinking of everyone else first. That was my mama - selfless, brave, and full of love. My heart feels broken in a way I can’t ...