I’ve had these moments where something good
(or bad) happens and the first person I want to talk to is my mom.
It feels empty.
I was warned about this from one of my
uncles.
Apparently this feeling is never going to go
away.
And when I start to feel sad about that, I hear
my mom saying, I’m still with you.
But it’s not the same.
And while I am grateful that I know she is
with me, I would rather have her really here.
This post is part of my 31 Day series. To start from the beginning, click here.
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