There isn't a day that passes that I don't cry for her.
I look at everything around me, and it's sad to see that she is outlived by even the most mundane things in the house - her eye cream, my magazines, her biscuits, her perfume.
It's like trying to live your whole life again..only without the person who made you feel the most loved and appreciated.
Sometimes I wish, the two of us weren't so close when she was still with us. That way, it would be easier to let go.
I don't know which phase I am on now...but everytime I see people older than me who still have their moms with them, I feel angry. It's sad. I'm not used to having resentful feelings towards others.
She was still so young. I'm still young. We had so many more things to do together. I would have loved to give her a beautiful wedding, have her meet my wonderful husband, give her the best grandkids.
She will be watching over us, I know. But, things aren't the same. They will never be.