Today is another rough day.
Today, the amount of time that has passed since you died, is the amount of time you were alive.
Tomorrow you will be gone longer than you were with us.
I don’t think there are words to describe the way that I’m feeling.
The only thing that I feel like doing or saying is screaming from the top of my lungs that I love you. That I am your Mother. That you are my Daughter. That you were taken away from our family. That I will always ache for your presence in my life. And that I will never be whole again.