Loss Never Leaves

I wrote this on Sept. 7, 2003…

I remember this time years ago when I was at Gim (my mom’s best friend)’s grave with Pat (her grandma). She was brushing the dead grass off of the graves of her family members. She knelt down by her mother’s tiny, worn gravestone and began to cry. She said to me, “My mom’s been dead for over 20 years… and I still miss her.”

I know that I will miss my mom every day for the rest of my life.

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