They say it gets easier with time. They say the pain will subside. They say move on, "the living have to go on living" They lie.
I spent another Mother's Day with no one to send flowers to, or call, or be mad at, or be with. Only the memories that would bubble to the surface with a few tears were my company again this day for our Mother. I tried to keep my mind on other things, did "busy work" around the house. But every time I walked by your picture with the candle burning next to it, it would stop me dead in my tracks.
Death scares me now more than ever. My faith waning terribly at times. All the questions that can't be answered, swirling through my head causing bouts of thinking that could drive many insane. If only it were that easy.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about you, wonder where you are, if you are, what your doing, if your watching. Mothers Day more than any.