it really wasn’t that long ago
she died in 2003.
sometimes I miss her. I really miss her. Like the times when I’m confused and I don’t know what to do. I wish she was here to show me what to do or to tell me what she would do. But she isn’t . And I remember all the good shit she used to do . I remember the kind of person she was and I’ve tried to pattern my life after her but so far it’s been an epic fail. every time I falter, I want to know where I went wrong. But she’s not here to answer me or tell me and that’s what hurts the most. Maybe I’m being selfish because I can’t let her go.. Maybe I just feel like she has unfinished business to tend to. But who am I to make that decision? I should’ve used the time wisely when she was here. But I thought she was always going to be here. Who knew she would leave me?