I find myself getting the most vulnerable and emotional when I’m driving alone. The biggest thing I inherited from my mother is her car. It’s a beauty, it feels right, and it means more to me than anyone will know. Depending on where I’m going or what I’m listening to, something sparks a sudden urge to completely let go and break down to cry. It’s been exactly nine months now. It just seems so long ago that I’ve seen her, heard her voice, had lunch with her, gone shopping, gone to work with her. So I guess today it was the combination of the music, the wind in my hair, the afternoon sunlight, and the direction I was headed, It was a great, significant moment that I wish she had shared with me. Even if we didn’t say a word, I would have liked her to be there.