A Year in Tears

A year to the day. It seems so very much longer than that. The anniversary of my mom’s death. March 28, you will never be the same. You will always haunt my thoughts. You will always be there reminding me what I lost, reminding me what I loved, reminding me what can never be replaced.

I dream of her so frequently that sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning I forget she’s gone. As though I had stolen a few more precious moments with her in my dreams and they have become my new memories.

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