Today is a day I wish I could skip on the calendar because if the day didn’t exist, perhaps saying forever goodbye to someone who meant the world to me didn’t happen. But the day does exist, and two years ago today, my godmother lost her battle with cancer.

She was full of life and spunk, and one of her favorite mottos was “You Got This,” so I often remind myself in tough times that I’ve got this even if I feel like I don’t. Today was one of those days. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone. We gathered as a family, went to her favorite breakfast spot, and pampered ourselves with pedicures and an afternoon of shopping. It was lazy and fun and totally in vain with whom she was, and I could feel her presence around me.  

The words “gone but never forgotten” played repeatedly in my mind like a mantra steadying me