The truth is I miss her.
The truth is without my mother, I feel like there is a hole in my heart.
The truth is, yes I live, yes I go on, but even in all of that, I’m still doing nothing.
The truth is I’m mad at God. Not for causing it, but for not stopping it.
The truth is I don’t know how to get past this. If I will get past this. People say I will, but the truth is…I don’t think I will.
The truth is, yes, life will never be the same. And while there isn’t anything I can do about it, I’m having a hard time accepting it.
The truth is… I just want my mom.