It was 4 weeks ago that we were around you holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you and saying goodbye. Even though you were unconscious, you heard us. You knew we were there. You responded to us. You opened your eyes and you smiled when we said something silly. You showed us you were happy. You knew you were going to a place of peace and happiness. We knew the others were there waiting for you. You let us know it was ok. It was time to go. We know you’re happy now and at peace. We know you’re whole and healthy again. We know you’re dancing and cooking and doing all the other things you loved to do! But it still hurts so bad. A single day doesn’t go by that I don’t cry for you. I don’t know…am I being selfish? Feeling sorry for myself? I don’t know. I’m so happy you’re better but my heart is broken. Shattered. I’m trying everyday to make it a day that I don’t cry. I’m trying to learn to live without you and to do all the things you wanted me to do while you were here…that I refused to do because I knew you needed me. I’m trying. I love you, mom. And I miss you.