To my mom…
I know you’re gone, but I see you in something everyday.
I go to the store and see things we joked about, I see things you bought for me or Anthony or the kids, and I start to tear up not able to really comprehend that we won’t be making those jokes anymore.
I come home and I see all the things you gave me as you purged out your house in Greenville, getting ready to move in here with me, with us.
I think about Cain and Sophia’s milestones that you’ll never see, I think about how glad I am you got to see some of them. I talk to your friends and cry, I talk to my friends and cry, I talk to Anthony and cry. I don’t wanna get out of bed, I just wanna have you show up and say ‘psyche bitch, gotcha!!!’ And then smack you but hug you because this isn’t funny at all
I wanna be mad at everyone, the doctors, our family, YOU, but I can’t. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t bring you back.
I know day by day it’ll hurt less and less, but for now I’m just embracing the pain. We’ll meet again one day, and I’ll give you shit for how you left us. And we’ll laugh and cry and I won’t have to catch you up on anything because you’ll have been watching this whole time.
I love you, and I will forever miss you
❤️ your FAVORITE (daughter)