My mom died 5 days ago of cancer.
She was buried today.
I tried to take such good care of her. Nothing I could do could keep her here with me. I know it makes no sense, but I feel like some how I failed her because she died. I needed to tell her 100 more times that I loved her before she left. The millions of times I told her weren't enough. I hugged her and told her not be scared or sad, because God would take care of her, we will see each other again, I love her, and I will stay with her.
After she passed, she looked so peaceful. Just sleeping. Finally at peace, asleep, awaiting the promise of the resurrection. But that didn't make it any easier to watch her go in to the ground today. We'll be apart for just a little while, but until then I'll miss her.
I feel like a little girl who just wants her mommy.
I miss my mommy.
