One Month

It’s been one month since…
…we’ve seen her smile.
…we’ve heard her laugh.
…we’ve held her hands.
…we’ve kissed her cheek.

I miss you, Mom.

Does it get easier? Yes and no. I miss her. All the time. I want to call her…text her…ask her for advice.

All my IG posts have one less like. And my IG feed has one less sunrise/sunset picture every day.

The very thought of living the next 30 years without her is suffocating. I didn’t think this would happen. I didn’t think my beautiful family would have to deal with a void such as this.

But we are ok. She’d want us to be ok. She wouldn’t want us to wallow. She’d want us to look at the sunrise and smile and blow her a kiss.

I love you, Mom.