You used to call me mammi.

I came across an old email from you, and it still warmed me to see your opening line…’hey mammi…’

It’s been 9 years almost since you were laid to rest, since I said my silent goodbye to you.

But today, memories roared up suddenly and quickly, pushing me to recall how we met and how you left.

Grief, someone said, has no expiration date.

You used to call me mammi.

And you used to make me feel some type of way.

But grief still haunts my heart when it comes to you and how you left us.

I miss you.