Mom
Good morning mom. This morning is the sort of morning that while I was drinking my coffee I would’ve called to check in on you. It hurts to not be able to call you and hear your voice. To ask you how you slept and what you had for dinner last night. I really don’t know what I’m doing creating this blog. I’m hoping it’s an opportunity for me to talk to you and record my thoughts. I pray you died peacefully. I pray that you know I was with you. I pray you died knowing how much I love you. I pray you died not completely unhappy about your living situation for the past month. I pray that the move from Timber Pines to your new home was not so stressful that it decreased your life. I so wanted you to be comfortable and content. I really wanted you to be happy, but I think that that was not likely since you had to leave your happy place and your friends. I’m sorry that I told you on the last day I was helping you move that you were being mean because you were being so critical and not appreci...