Today, I was supposed to make the mad trek drive from California to Texas to be with my family on my mother’s birthday. I can’t. But maybe I will tomorrow. Time alone in a car for 12 hours may not be what I need right now.
I still don’t want to move. It’s still hard to accept that she is gone.
I miss her.
I miss you mom. I wish you were here.
Today my light is dim.