1 week, 2 days

It has been a week and 2 days since my mom died. I went to grab my phone yesterday morning when I woke up to text her my usual “u up” but realized she was gone. The pain doesn’t feel any less than it did from the first day I found her. I’m just trying to mask it with keeping myself busy with school which I started full-time yesterday and everything else I have going on. I guess I just have to keep moving. I miss blogging so I’m going to have to try to ease myself into it but for some reason I feel guilty carrying on with my life. My sisters are doing pretty good but they have their moments of outburst of tears. We always seem to know when we each are feeling down because we will send a random text and say, I was just going to text you how are you doing? So weird how we are so connected. I think people in general take life for granted. Hopefully if I ever get out of this gut wrenching pain that I continue to have, maybe I will start enjoying all the little things I did before. Thank god for my boys that keep me going. That’s all I can say.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. Tennessee Williams

That was the quote WordPress just gave me for publishing my 15th post. My mom was from Tennessee. I think there are signs everywhere that are loved ones send us to show us they are out there watching over us. Love you mommy.