Coming here is hard Mom. I see your face, alive and so vibrant and my heart aches with disbelief at your passing. Even after this short time, I live in denial because it’s so much easier than accepting that you’re gone. I wished you were here. We became so close that your passing has caused a huge gaping hole in my life. I hurt when I see you and I see you everywhere. A frog statue, the clothes of yours in my closet, the jewelry I wear that once was yours. I am so sad that you are not here to celebrate your birth. I love you, I miss you so much. I’m sorry I don’t come here often enough, but you know how difficult it is for me. It is easier to just not think about you. I’m so sorry for that. I know you know how much I love you. I just wish you were here. I wished this was one big horrible joke. But it’s so unfairly not.

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