It has been 6 days since my mom died. It's hard to say those words. I still don't quite believe them. Especially when I look at my phone and can listen to saved messages. How is it fair she is gone? I know I should be grateful. I had her for 35 years, But I'm angry. For so much of that time, I was angry at her. For things from my childhood. For words said. But now, now I only want her here. I want to call her. Yell at her. Tell her I love her.
