March 7, 2015

I hate when this happens.

Using the word hate says more than enough about how I feel right now.

My mother. I miss my mother. Mom...I love you so much. It's still hard to accept that you're gone. I pray every night that, wherever you are, you are happy. Please be strong, mom. I'll be strong as well. And don't worry. I won't let your memory fade.

I won't let you be lost in time.

I just wish I wasn't so weak sometimes. I wish I could smile all the time and be strong for the Sohmas all the time. It hurts to know that I can't. It hurts my soul, mom.

But don't worry. I'll keep trying. I'll keep doing my best. Don't worry about me, mom. I'll be fine.

I love you.

And please be careful up there.