Today, you took my mother from me. She was 56.
She will never help me pick out my wedding dress.
She will never step foot on Irish soil.
She wanted to go to Mandy Patinkin.
I didn’t hug her on Tuesday because I was sweaty from the gym. She lent me a clean, dry shirt. It is in my laundry room. It’s orange with stripes.
She sent me a text message that I had yet to answer. So I called her today. But she did not answer. When Bob called to tell me, I thought it was her.
I am sitting with my cat. I pulled my bible from the shelf.
I am watching/listening to Catholic (Christian) funeral songs on YouTube. I am crying.
Today you took my mother.
Keep her safe.
My condolences to you and your family in this time of need. If I could give you a hug I would, Katie.
Thanks ‘Los