By Princess Crystal of
Some people lose their mom.
I lost my best friend, my big sister, and my mother all in one.
You see, my grandparents raised me—so my momma wasn’t just “Mom.” She was more like the big sister I never had. We didn’t always see eye-to-eye (okay, we fought like sisters), but at the end of the day, there was no one who could replace her in my heart.
She was my constant. My call-every-day, talk-about-everything, laugh-until-we-cry person. And now that she’s gone, the silence is deafening.
We Talked Every Day
Every single day.
It didn’t matter what was going on—good days, bad days, boring days—we weren’t on the phone. Even if we had just talked yesterday, we found something new to say today. Whether it was gossip, family drama, or just what she ate for lunch, we stayed connected.
Now, there’s a space in my day that nothing can fill. My phone still feels a little too Ugg quiet. My heart still expects to hear her voice.
She Was in the Nursing Home, But I Was Always There
Even toward the end—when she had to be in a nursing home—I found ways to visit her.
I didn’t have a car, but that didn’t stop me. I walked, caught rides, figured it out however I could.
Because that was my momma.
She needed to know she wasn’t forgotten. That no matter what life threw at us, I was still there. I’d sit with her, hold her hand, make her laugh. Even when things were hard, just being near her gave me peace.
I don’t regret a single visit. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
We Fought Like Sisters, Loved Like Soulmates
Our relationship wasn’t perfect—and I don’t need it to be.
We had our fights. Our blowups. Our “I’m not talking to you today” moments. But underneath every disagreement was deep love. Real, raw, unshakable love.
She could make me madder than anyone—but no one could make me laugh harder either.
And no matter what, we always found our way back to each other.
I Miss My Momma
There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think about her.
Sometimes I still reach for the phone to tell her something small.
Sometimes I cry in the middle of doing something normal—because suddenly she’s there in my heart.
I miss her voice. Her sass. Her strength. Her love.
She wasn’t just my mother. She was my person.
To anyone out there grieving a mom, a sister, a friend—maybe all three in one—know this:
Your grief is sacred.
Your love is valid.
And the bond doesn’t end. Not ever.
I love you, Momma. Always.
Even if we drove each other crazy, I wouldn’t trade one second of our story.
You’ll always be a part of me.
Copyright 2025
Crystal Amon
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