My mom passed away yesterday, and all I can think is she is gone. Like that. Even if it wasn't like that at all--it was long, she hung on, we were "ready"--but now she is gone and her not being here is a weight, a thing that I hold in my hands, not knowing what to do. How can she be gone?
my mom was magic. To try and explain her would be a disservice to words.
I love you, I love you, I love you, and I miss you so, so much, too.