Memoir monday

When I was younger, when my mom had already passed away, I used to not want to go see her grave because I thought it was boring and I used to through fits when we were about to go see her grave. I never really thought about the powerful bond that was holding us together was still as strong as it was when she still walked the earth. I was a child that wanted to play constantly and never really think about what had happened in the past but push it out of my head.
It was not until I was old enough to understand what had actually happened. I finally realized that the bond that was holding us united was still strong, the bond was so powerful that I remembered every detail about her: her smooth skin, her short brown hair, her small brown eyes and her tall body that would tower over me. I realized that whatever comes between us is never going to weaken the bond that is embracing us.