
I often find myself late at night sitting on the couch looking at Megan and crying. I start to think about my mom and how much I miss her. I think about everything she is missing. I know she is looking down on us and I truly believe that she is Megan's guardian angel. But that doesn't always help. I just want to talk to her one more time. I want her to hold Megan and teach her things that I can't. I am MAD! August 11th it was 4 years since she left us. Everyday I think it's going to get easier but I think it's only gotten harder. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her or talk to her. I can hear her laugh and say "see I told you it would work out"when I panic over something stupid.
As next week approaches and we head for the beach I am saddened because this is the first time I will stay at the beach without her.
If you smoke or know of someone that does, please tell them to stop, it's not too late. One more day is another day that someone else might not have.