Dear Mom

I'm sitting at my work desk with a complete loss of words. It's unfair that God called you home so soon. Wrong that you won't be here for the holidays, what's the point of them without you? You were more than a mother to me, I'm sure you were well aware, because we did everything together! Living through the loss of you is like taking a sledge hammer to the chest while drowning. Going on each day with the urge to call you, talk to you, or show up at your house unexpected is u