The yearning

It’s been 5 years momma since I watched you take your last breathe. Not a day goes by that you don’t cross my mind. I make sure to touch your urn every single day of my life. Watching you leave the earth so unjustly, with the pain of a thousand knives you left without me.
So many things left unsaid, not done, that I struggle with. So many memories have dimmed in my mind as I struggle just to recall them. You were my rock. The boulder that always stood strong never wavering in my life no matter what I went through.
Oh how I wish I could touch your hair, your hand or just hug you. But no, I have to wait til the day I leave this earth to see you again. I miss you momma. Until we meet again…

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