Since my mom died, I have been trying to see her in everything that I do and see. I try to see her when I turn a corner, or when I lay in bed at night. I listen for her voice when I get ready in the morning and when I drive in my car. I realized the other day that she is in my sister and I. I was wrong in thinking that I would see her in other places. I saw my mom in my sister’s eyes and I see her when I look in the mirror. I hear her voice when I talk and say the same things she always did. I made the mistake of forgetting about us and how much we are like her. My mom lives in her daughters.