The mornings are still really bad for me. It feels like I can't breathe.
I dread going to her apartment to go thru her things.
I can't be alone much and seek solace with my family in real life and my friends via video msgs, texts and emails.
I am insanely jealous of people who's Moms are still here and I hope they know not to take their mothers for granted.
I don't even want to feel better, in doing so, it makes me feel like I would be trivializing the impact and the large hole in my heart, in my world.
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