Missing.....

 

...my Mama.

I expected to always miss her, but not like this. I didn't expect to desperately wish to hear her voice. I didn't expect to 'talk' to her as much as i do. I didn't expect to continually ask God to please watch over her, to let her know that i miss her so very much.

Instead of missing her less, as days go by, i miss her even more.

I miss her calling me on my birthday and singing "Happy Birthday" to me in Spanish. I miss her rice pudding. I miss hearing her laugh. I miss her Spanish Rice. I miss her smell of Chanel No. 5.

I miss everything about her.