Today makes 8 years that you've been gone, Momma... It's been a rough 8 years going on without you. Not a day goes by where I'm not thinking about you in one way or another. You're in everything I do... listening to music, watching tv shows or movies, or even when I just sit quietly alone as I do all too often. You left me with a lot of wonderful memories and I thank you for that. I thank you for being the best Mother any kid could ever ask for. I thank you for being not only my Mother but also my best friend in this screwed up world. I wish everyday that you were still here... I have lost count of the times I've wanted to just call you on the phone and talk like we always used to... There have been so many times that I've needed you but the reality of you being gone always slaps me in the face... it just doesn't get any easier and I really don't think it ever will. You were too big a part of my life for me to ever "move on" or "get over it"... Grief never really seems to go away and I think that's exactly how it's supposed to be.. I read something years ago that said: "Grief is the last act of love we give to our loved ones that pass away. Where there is deep grief, there was great love." and let's face it, you really were the great love of my life. You were the only one that ever truly had my back in ALL situations of life. You were always there... and I will never be able to thank you enough for that. I miss you every day, Momma... I really do hope when it's my time to cross over that we'll see each other again. That's really all I hope for anymore... I love you... always and forever. ❤️