Dear Mom,
I miss you.
I miss every moment we had together
and I’m too scared
that I took them all for granted.

I miss every Sunday we shared
huddled together watching Disney movies.
I miss every Easter cupcake and Christmas truffle.
Every meal,
every trip,
I even miss every hospital holiday,
And every day in between.

I miss telling you all my worries
and watching them fade away
with all your comforting words.
I miss hearing your soft voice share bedtime stories
as my mind drifted off into oblivion.

I cried so hard
I thought I would never shed a single tear again,
But somehow, I still do.
When I look through old pictures
and see that light in your eyes,
or when I dial your phone number
and think I have a chance of hearing your voice again,
even when I know that’s not true.

I cry when I drive past the hospital
because I know you could have had another chance.
I cry every Mother’s day.
I know you’re still listening, and I want you to know I miss you.