Everyday I miss her. It's not that I used to call her everyday and now I can't. It's just that I used to be able to and now I'm not. Since I last wrote here, my mom passed away and I have a million things to write and yet I am all muddled. So much happened since the moment we found out we needed to go to Florida to be with the family. Maybe I will feel like writing more tomorrow. I thought I felt it now, but I don't.
And sometimes, when I think, oh I've done pretty well today. Only a few cries...along comes pictures or a card or a bouquet of flowers she would have loved. And then that feeling of missing her is so fresh.
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