What Really Happens When You Lose Your Mother
I’ll never forget the day. It was early April. And it had begun to snow (which, in Minnesota, was a little late though not improbable). I was tending to my children, being a mother to them, when my sister came to get me. I remember running through the hospital corridor. I needed to confirm the
I think it kills me holding everything in, there's so much I want to tell you about what's happened, etc, but I can't and its a lot for a post or text. I miss sharing things with you, talking to you everyday. You're my best friend, and I can't lose you. You mean everything to me. I love you. So much.
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