Since my mom died, I can not find my words to write a complete blog post. So, these pictures will express what I want to say but can not speak.
The only way I speak these days is by crying. Shame that doesn’t even tell the whole story.
I’m waiting for the day when I will still miss you, but it won’t hurt so much.
Did it ever stop?
Or am I?
I’m both at the same time. How confusing to be both!
I love my mom and miss her incredibly.
Sometimes it hard to do either.
But there’s no other option.
As much as I’m in pain, and I hate saying this, I have to have hope. Beauty and hope can come from places we would have never assumed. It hurts, but I’m still here.
Irony: I have hope that hope exists. I ‘hope’ I’m not wrong.
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