Today is exactly one year after my aunt Sharon, the only relative I was ever really close to, died. I miss her dearly... Oh, do I miss her dearly. The only reason I know this is because my mother, dressed all in black, was heading out the door when I asked her where she was going. After a few minutes of bugging, she told me "Today is the day that Mommo died." She closed the door and took off. I was left speechless, and I could feel my eyes watering. It didn't take a single second for me to begin to cry my eyes out, but... the waterworks have slowly made their way to a stop. I still have that horrible feeling in the back of my throat, my heart has sunken into the deepest pit of my stomach, and my eyes are still wet with tears, but that won't change. That won't change for quite some time. If only Joshua were here with me... He could comfort me. He always does. I don't want to wake him though, if he's sleeping...
I love you Mommo. I miss you...
I love you Mommo. I miss you...
