My heart pounds, my mom just gave us the news, she passed away around seven and we had to pack all out stuff up to go back for preparations.
For half an hour I hold it in. I strip beds and pack and help. But I find a minute and escape to the bunk house. It's small and probably close to 95 degrees. And I broke.
Warm tears ran down my face as I sobbed into a pillow.
I wanted more time. I wanted you to be able to see me grow more, come to my graduations, my wedding, meet my kids...but now you're gone.
