I woke up in the middle of the night to a txt message from Lily, "I miss her so much..I dreamed about her..." Me, too, sweetie, me too..
Six weeks after her death, I still cry nearly every day, still pick up the phone to call her...it's still so raw. The hardest part for me right now is selfish - I am missing her taking care of me, of things, of problems, in the only way a Mom can. I feel as if I'm walking a tightrope, precariously perched, with no safety net below me. She was always there with open arms to catch me if I fell. No matter how much I was hurt, she made it better, one way or another.
Who's going to catch me now?