There are often nights I drift asleep thinking of you. Many nights that single tears escape my disloyal eyes for you. I have this painful guilt that I carry around with me. Although its only been two and a half years since you've past, I feel like you are now a faint memory of a life I knew once a very long time ago. No one asks about you, or talks about you anymore. I feel as though I am one of the very few left here who remembers the heart of gold in your once living and beating chest.
I try really hard to remember what the touch of your hand feels like.
What your voice sounds like.
What your clothes smell like.
I'm terrified that no one will remember your big brown eyes, or how you always made all of our guests and friends feel at home while around you. You are my home, and I feel homeless without you.
Maybe I should speak up more often, and mention you. However, I've learned nothing kills a conversation more then bringing up your dead mother at the dinner table. What's a girl to do mom? How do I walk through each day without you for the rest of my beating heart days?
"Im fine! I'm fine! I could run to the moon and back but my daughter can't! She never could." - Steel Magnolious
Oh how I love you mommy.
- Your forever grieving daughter
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You can talk to me about your mom any time you want. I'm sure Brandon is okay with you talking about her, too. I wish I could have known your mom.
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