It's been 2 months since you've called me mom. 2 months since I've heard you say good night. 2 months of living without you. How can this be? I have cried a thousand and more tears. The ache permeates. I stand in the doorway of your room If I close my eyes I can still hear you, I can feel you bustling around. I want this to be different. I don't like this plan. The pull of all the universe drives life forward. But I still have one foot stuck. . .on July 27th. . .The last day you were here and I don't ever want to take it out.  I will look up to the heavens for ... View Post