Difficulty

It's hard when the person you always talk to, can't talk to you anymore.

I mean it's not a permanent loss I've suffered. (My mom's cell phone took an unexpected dip and is no longer functioning.) But it's still hard.

Little things that I want to tell her escape my memory by the time I see her. And when boredom sets in she's the one I'd talk to for entertainment. And she was the one I complained to when things were giving me fits.

So now I'm in a pickle!

I'm sitting here deeply in lament. Wishing I could again speak to her. Just once!

Sniff!

.... This one's for you Momma!

Late!