I miss her

“It hurts man. it really hurts.”

“I know it does.”

“I don’t understand why. I just want it all to go away. The pain! The heartache!

“I know you do.”

“I just wish I could have said more. I wish I could of told her that I love her one last time.”

“I know.”

“Is that all you can fucking say?! ‘I know??’ My mom is dead!!”

“Sorry. I understand. That pain you feel. The regrets. What could of been or what you could of done? It’ll always be there. No matter what. I’m not going to lie to you and say everything will be okay. It won’t, but things will get better, or at least easier. That pain and grief you feel? It’ll always be there, but see it as a sign that you knew you loved her and you always will.”

“I just really miss her. I miss her voice. I miss her hugs. I wasn’t ready to lose her.”

“No one is. She may be gone, but your memories of her are not. You’ll always have that. Don’t focus on what you could of done. Just remeber her name and image. Do her proud that she raised a wonderful son. Her image lives on within you. She raised a strong and respectiful young man. Continue to make her proud and continue to love her.”