Every night when I lay down to go to sleep, a poem I wrote for you repeats through my head:
I hope you saw me there today and could hear my prayers. I wish you could show me, somehow, the right path and re-assure me that I am making the right choices. Can you see me? Are you watching me? Are you trying to contact me and I don't feel it? I long and search for a way to connect with you and I struggle because I can't seem to get it right. Are you there Mom? And the grief continues.....
I really really miss you, do you miss me?