Things haven't been going well since Mom died one year ago today.
A big part of me died with her when she passed away.
For the last 365 days, I've been going through Hell.
Everybody who knows me, knows that things aren't going well.
One day before Mom's death, there were two things that I decided to give her.
A stuffed Easter bunny and a card and they were buried with her.
Life hasn't been easy because I've been to Hell and back.
I would've rather suffered a severe heart attack.
I've experienced a year's worth of misery and tears.
Life has been pretty bad since March of last year.
I hope that I never have to experience this kind of pain again.
I'll never forget Mom even if I live to be a hundred and ten.
(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson who died one year ago today at the age of sixty-four.)
