Dear Mom.

Again today, someone stopped me to tell me how much I look like you. I suppose it's a combination of my short hair and the fact that everyone is missing you...

Every time someone says this to my, I am completely flattered. It is such a compliment.

But then I instantly hope that they don't just mean that I look like you, but that I have the same warmth that you had. I hope that I can make people feel at least a fraction of the way that you made them feel... like they mattered.

Thanks for passing your smile on to me. 

I love you.