It’s two weeks until Christmas and it’s supposed to be a happy time but I can’t find that normal holiday cheer. This will be my first Christmas without my mother being there to say Merry Christmas to.
I did not realize how much the simplest things could set me off and make me cry like a baby. The other day I was at the store and saw a gift that would be perfect for my mom and it took me a moment to realize she’s no longer there. Just like every few days I find myself about to give her a call only to remember that she died.
They say overtime these things get easier. I hope they do but deep down a part of me feels like this hole inside of me will never be filled and I can only hope to find something to cover it up with. I miss you mom, I really hope your are somewhere nice and free of the pain you had here on earth.