I’ve been dreaming about her recently, so I talked with some relatives, and then recalled a whole bunch of weird experiences we had whenever we’ve been around her. Maybe these are stories that belong in a diary or
But there are times I wish I had a grave to visit... so you know I could talk to my mom. I miss her a lot and sometimes just wish there was a place to "go" to visit. I guess its a weird thing to think about 3 years later.