It’s been almost three years, Ami, since I last saw your smile.
And not a day has passed where I haven’t felt the weight of your absence press against my chest.
You were the strength I never knew I needed. Quiet, unwavering, and pure. Now, in your absence, I’ve come to understand just how much you held me together. Life hasn’t felt the same without you. It’s been tiring, heavy, and often, dark.
There’s something I’ve never said enough.
You were my love.
You were my shining armor.
And now, you are my everlasting memory.
I miss you, Ami.
Not in a way that time can fix.
But in a way that sits deep in my bones. A kind of missing that has no return path.
But Ami, do you remember those two and a half months you spent with Masha, your granddaughter?
Those short, fleeting days you both shared under the same roof turned out to be timeless. You held her, smiled at her, whispered love into her little ears before she could even understand what a blessing she was holding.
She didn’t get much time with you, but somehow, I believe your soul touched hers.
And maybe that’s why, when you left, she became my light.
My little guide.
The one who unknowingly began to walk me through the most painful chapter of my life.
She reminded me of you. Not just in her smile or the light in her eyes, but in the way she saw me. The way she knew when I needed someone, without me saying a word. Just like you always did.
In my darkest days, she stood by me.
And slowly, that presence became a lifeline.
A light that didn’t blind me, but showed me the way.
Sometimes I wonder if you sent her to me.
And maybe that’s true.
Maybe that’s your way of staying close to me through her.
Ami, I didn’t tell you enough how much you meant to me.
But here is what I can say now.
Everything you taught me, everything you stood for, I carry it with me.
I will give it to the world, even if it’s just a fraction of light. Even if it helps someone just a little.
I will keep going.
I will rise.
And I will make you proud.
This is how Masha Imprints came into being.
Not just as a brand. Not just as journals or planners.
But as a heartbeat. As a living piece of the love I carry.
A part of my healing.
And now, a part of helping others heal too.
This is my way of keeping you alive.
This is my way of honoring you.
Thank you, Ami.
And thank you, Masha.