It has been 29 days since my Mom went Home.
A month without her, already... a whole month???
I can still smell her perfume when I am walking through the house... my fingers still dial her number on the way home from work and wonder why she isn't answering... I didn't think I would make it through this loss... It feels like it was yesterday, the fog is smothering at times...
And as day 29 creeps along, I pray that I fall asleep early tonight and am not left looking at the clock at 11.20p... because I'm afraid my heart will break all over again.
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