Honestly, I can't pick just one. I don’t have a single “fondest” memory because there are so many. My mom was a constant in my life, in all the best ways. She used to text me pretty much every single day, just to check in, say hi, or remind me she loved me. She called me “Doots” my nickname and somehow, in just that one word, there was so much comfort, so much love.
She always had my back, no matter what. Even when the world felt uncertain or overwhelming, I knew I could count on her to be in my corner. She was my biggest cheerleader genuinely proud of me, always encouraging me, always lifting me up even when I couldn’t see my own worth.
Every memory of her is soaked in love the small daily gestures, the laughs we shared, the deep talks, the way she just knew what I needed. I miss her more than words can express. Her presence was a gift, and her absence is a space nothing else can fill. But I carry her with me, in every moment, in every part of who I am. Love you forever, Mama!