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.

 

And that, my friends, sums it all.