In the hours and days now months that has followed Moma's passing, I'm surprised that I have never felt sadness. At times, I feel a kind of numb nothingness, a foreign void, knowing that I will never pick up the phone and hear her voice or message, "Vera, call your mother when you get this message". I have saved her messages on my cell phone so that I can still hear her voice when I need to. She always said, yall gonna miss me when I'm gone. She was right. I miss my Moma.But I comforted in knowing she is my angel.