Dear Grey Grey,
As 11:00 PM approaches and sleep does not, I am overwhelmed by the need to just be close to you. Sometimes it's like I can feel you, but I just can't touch you.
The only thing I knew to do was to go into the kitchen and make some mashed potatoes, with brown gravy, just like you liked them. I type to you as they cool.
I miss you so much Grey. So much.
Forever Your Mom