it’s been 15 years since you passed. I think about you every day. When I was younger it never really registered to me that my mom would never be able to read me bedtime stories or comfort me when I got bullied. I’m mad at god if he’s even real, mad at the world. Why should I have to go through this? I just want to hold your hand and hear your voice tell me that everything will be okay. I will see you soon ma, love you forever and always.