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Thursday, May 23, 2013

One night while I was cooking dinner I started to cry. It was one of those days when I would have called my Mom. Sometimes you just want to talk to your Mom. But I can't do that anymore. I felt a huge empty spot inside myself getting bigger. At that moment, I was truly hoping that people who pass away look over us. People always say that happens. Sometimes I think maybe it does but other times I'm not sure. I really do hope she's looking over me. I hope my brother is looking over me, too. Maybe they can help bring things into focus and guide me when I need that. I'm hoping.