11 years have gone by since M left this mortal plane.
How I wish you could have known your niece and nephew. I wish you could have been at my wedding. I wish I could have seen you at prom, graduation, off to college. I wish I could have known who you would grow to be.
I have grieved for you, and that grief had molded me in such a profound way, it made me who I am today.
Had you not died…
Would I ever move to NC?
If I hadn’t moved to NC, I wouldn’t have worked with Carolina Conceptions…would I have Witchlette?
Without having Witchlette, would I ever have Witchling?
Without losing you, I wouldn’t know true faith as I would never get the need to be called to my current path.
My biggest metamorphosis was the grief of your death.
So much of where I am now makes sense and seem to have always been imprinted in me: Halloween, Magick, witches, supernatural, being so in-tune as Mama to my little Witches…maybe I would end up where I was supposed to be with you here too. But at this point they’re all maybes.