Thoughts

Life without my mom is like this:

My best days will never compare to my best days when she was alive

My worst days are more challenging to endure because again...she 's not around

And though I want to believe she's watching over me (she is)

It's still hard

It still breaks my heart

Some days the pain is unbearable

Other days it really does seem to lessen

Grief is like that

It's the company no one wants to keep

It's a constant reminder that my heart will never be quite full

It's a loss that will forever plague my dreams

A reality that some days is too hard to face

At times, I don't know what the f&ck I'm supposed to do

So I let the tears fall down

and put my thoughts on paper

and just let my heart, my soul and spirit grieve