It’s only been one month since you left us. We were going to celebrate my birthday together but the universe had other plans. I keep seeing things I want to show you. I want to talk about my day and hear about yours. I call you, to hear your voice on your voicemail. I start to write messages that have no where to go. I miss you so much, Mom. I wish I had taken more time to call you. I wish I told you that I loved you more often. I want to hear you laugh at your own jokes. I want to sit and watch TV with you. I won’t complain about the show you pick. I want to give you a hug.
I’ll love you forever. —Missing a Piece Of My Heart
This article appears in Nov 10-16, 2016.