I've decided that missing someone is quite possibly the worst feeling there is.
It's been 8 weeks since my mom passed and I miss her so much.
I miss the smell of her China Musk perfume.. she's worn it since I was little.
I miss the 10am and 9:30 pm calls from her, just to see how things were going.. and often calls in between.
I miss our uncanny way of calling eachother at exactly the same time.
I miss spontaneous lunch dates at Flancer's.
I miss our late night movies.
I miss seeing her name on caller id.
I miss her asking about the kids.
I miss her car in front of my house and the dog going hog wild when she would walk up the front steps.
I miss her little jean hat.
I miss her reassurance that things would be ok.
I miss her hugs.
I miss her silent strength during her fight with cancer.
I just miss everything!
