It's been two years since my mom passed, and I've found that it doesn't ever really get better.  Just after she passed, I remember wishing that a year or two would just pass, so that life would get easier, and to be honest it has.  But the hurt never leaves.  I still cry whenever something reminds me of her, and sometimes that just happens to be the most random thing ever.  Her favorite cartoon, pooh bear.  Walking past the room I shared with her when she was in her hospital bed.  Going to school without having her there to tell me to have a blessed day.  I'm fighting the tears now just typing this out.

I'm not gonna make this long, I honestly don't think I can type much more without the tears coming down.  If you still have your parents, cherish them and what they do for you, even if you don't think it's a whole lot.  Once there gone, you'll never ever see there smiling face again - shoot, there goes the tears- you'll never get to say I love you again, or hug them, or even just come home and show them what you got from the store. 

M mascara is getting in my eyes and I can't really type anymore, but if you by chance happen to read this, don't take your parents for granted.  I'd give anything to have my mom back.

Rest in peace Mommy.  I'll spend everyday for the rest of my life missing you.