My mom has been gone for one year. Sometimes I don't think I'm any better than where I started after her passing. Every day I go to call her and remember- I can't. It feels like I can't breathe, like I'm stuck in a hopeless, bottomless void. I just want to hug her, to hear her laugh over something silly like she used to. My dad used to roll his eyes at us because we would laugh for ages over something so ridiculous!
I just want her back, to enjoy the beautiful granddaughter she so desperately wanted.