The death of a mother is the
first sorrow wept without her. ~ Anonymous
It will be one year this weekend since I said goodbye, since I held her hand, since I saw her face. It will be one year since I leaned on her, since I cried on her shoulder, since I had my best-friend. It will be one year since she saw my children, since she laughed, since she smiled at my dad. It will be one year this weekend since there were fireworks.