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It is a letter to heaven but addressed to just one.

The third or fourth of its kind that I have penned down.

A letter to the one who gave me life and led me through it for 20 years.

An open letter to the one whose role I now play, 4 years later.

4 years, it has been 4 years but it only feels like yesterday.

An open letter to my queen in heaven, the one I called mom.

We had cake in our mouths, lol

How time flies.

In a few days, we will be having her memorial service.

A full year has gone by…another one.

Yet another year that we wish would have been spent in her presence.

Another year of hows and what ifs. A year of tears and laughter. Another year of sadness and happiness. All the motions that we only wish we would have gone through with her by our side.

I have not cried in a while. I forced myself to forget but also, apparently, it does get better in time.

MAAAAAY!

It is here! It is finally here…!

At this point we are basically halfway into the year, one more month but hey, potato , potatoe!

I am so excited for this month.

I am turning 23 this month and it feels like a re-birth of sorts.

It means a do-over. Another chance to do everything right. A chance to challenge myself further. To set and achieve new goals. To live.

It hit me.

It hits me.

It hits me, I never take action.

It literally hit me this time and I couldn’t ignore it.

It was about that time that I practised what I preached.

Preach wine and drink wine.Fine wine.

Because It is meant to be fine. Just fine. Like fine wine.

It will be now though and I am ecstatic!

I finally took a leap of faith. I finally let go….or rather I was pushed off the edge and I did not hold on.

It was time to take the risk. It is what life is about anyway….risk taking. Right?