Mama, I don't know what one Gilmore Girl is supposed to do without the other. Your Rory is a little lost without her Lorelai.
I'll be okay, because you raised me, and because you're still here, in so many ways, wherever I go. But nobody's hugs are quite like yours, nobody listens quite like you do, and nobody makes me feel quite as loved, and safe, and special, like you always have, seemingly without effort.
Your absence is a tragedy for us all, but I will do my best to carry on for the both of us, to represent you in all that I do. I know that wherever I lead, you will follow, guiding me along my way, and whispering biting sarcastic remarks in my ear when I'm at a loss to come up with my own. ;)
And as I told you in the hospital, despite our differences in beliefs, this is by no means "good-bye." I told you I'd "see you later," and I've seen you every day since, in myself, in others, in the places I've been, the things I've done. And one day, hopefully a long time from now, because I want to make the most of this life you've given me, our ashes will be combined, and we'll be turned loose on this world, together again, to begin a new adventure.
All my love is yours, forever and always. Oy with the poodles already!