I hear people's love for you in their voice as they mention your name. I see it in their smile as they tell me a fond memory and in their tears as they cry. Even in your absence you continue to touch people.
I'm stuck somewhere between pride and heartache, too numb to feel either. At times I'm afraid to let myself feel anything at all.
The Herald came out to the house this evening, to write a story about you. As angry as I am that you even have a story to tell, I'll keep telling it. I need this to be huge Grey. I need you to make a difference. Only then will your loss be livable.
Forever Your Mom