Tonight, as I lay here I am remembering my beautiful mother. I lost her at the age of ten and I am eighteen now.

For the longest time I was so unaware of the damage my soul has encountered from the loss of her.

Never has my father been a father so I have been alone.

Lately I think of her and ache. It’s a feeling of insecurity and that I need her.

I’m graduating in four months and she’s not here to see that.

I want to share such a big part of my life with her, but she is not here.

My heart is hurting like she left me yesterday.