It's been about a month now.
I'm still waiting for the day when I wake up and she'll be there; like she always was.
Patient. Kind. Caring, not matter how trivial the matter.
I still can't believe; out of all the things we did, all the things we'd been through- something so human as cancer would kill her.
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Rani's... being weird.
Clyde's... heart broken.
I don't think Sarah Jane knew how loved she really was. How much we all cared for her.
She could never have known how much we'd miss her. How much we do miss her.
How much I miss her.
I always took her for granted- I always just, always thought she'd be there.
Never thought she'd leave. Not like that.
I mean, I knew she wouldn't live for ever, and knew she was older than maybe other parents with children my age, but I didn't for one second think she'd go so soon.
I miss her.
I loved her. I still do.
It's been a month- and I still can't believe she's gone.
I still find myself crying at random hours. Wishing I could have somehow saved her.
Mum, if you're out there, and I know you don't believe in ghosts, but if you are out there, just remember; I'll never forget you.
Mr. Smith's got the world.
But I honestly don't think things could get any worse.
K-9's got a virus- he's ill and the Doctor's... vanished.
I can't see for tears, and Rani and Clyde have A levels to do.
I miss you, mum.
Love Luke.