Trying to forget a family member being lost is a hard thing to do . Trust me ..i know. It's a horrible feeling to go through. As i stand here over my mother's grave, i think about all the times we've shared together. I miss her.
It's only been about a week since her death. Why would someone just go and murder her? An delusional, homicidal freak of nature, thats for sure.
My mother helped everyone. Including our jerk of a neighbor. When he needed help hanging up lights for Halloween, my mom helped. Even if he cursed at her all the time for the stupidest things.
After words were said, i began to sob so loud. My dad hugged me as we walked to our car. It smells just like mom. I can here her sweet smoothing laugh. "M-mom" i said. My dad didn't hear. He was busy crying too. We both missed her. Why her? Why my mom? Why the most helpful human in our town?
