I wonder when I’ll stop calling everything my Mom’s?

She’s been dead over two years. Everything is in my name. But I still feel like it’s hers. She built all this, but never got to complete it. The man she married left it in dire need of every possible repair before he dumped it and ran. Now here I am trying to fix and finish all the beauty she created. It just doesn’t feel like mine because I still feel her with me.