there has not been 1 single day I didnt think of you or miss you mom. Not one day has passed without wanting to hear your voice again . Tomorrow is the very last time I got to talk with you . every time I am at the beach I stare out at the ocean and write things to you in the sand .every night when i look up i talk to you . the clouds are like memories we had playing across the sky The hole I have since you passed away isnt filling up even tho time passes . The empty the miss you the feeling of being orphaned the sad .. it is just as big and heavy as it was a about year ago . some day when we are together again... I have SO MUCH to tell you some day when we are together again. right now I need wrap up in the crocheted throw blanket you made me and cry . maybe tonight you will visit in a dream. I like those dreams mom .