I miss mum, and saw her in my dreams... I guess it was prompted by meeting a friend who lost his mum only a few months ago. He told me how he can't bear to see pictures of his mum. He told me how his sister has become a "rogue', partying all day, not going home, and yet she posts all these pictures of their mum on Facebook all the time. He told me that and was tearing.
Just because I don't post Herr as much or as often, doesn't Mean I dont miss her or think of her. She's on my mind, in my dreams. She's a part of me. As I am a part of her. Her, and dad, are the reasons why I do things, why I feel I should strive to be a better person, because they were the best people they could have been, because they gave their everything to give to me and to ensure I have everything.
Would she, and dad, be proud of me?
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