I’m Still Coping With All The Milestones My Mom Will Miss
I have to convince myself, disclosed from reality that I can’t really share the bits and pieces of my day with her – at least not in the way that I crave to.
I have to convince myself, disclosed from reality that I can’t really share the bits and pieces of my day with her – at least not in the way that I crave to.
Cancer was too hard for me to think about – yet – the irony is that right now, at this current moment in my life, four months after burying my mom, cancer….it’s all I can focus on.
I wanted her to be around for my first dance, and to see how our bridal party did their obnoxious entrances, and I wanted her to kiss me goodbye and wish me the best time as my husband and I packed our bags for our honeymoon.
You’re not here when I have a bad day. Or when I have a good one.
You were my forever before we had promised each other to be. You were my light at the end of a long, winding tunnel.
I still play Pokémon. Go ahead, have your laughs, make fun of me because I’m 25, soon to be 26, and still can rattle off all 151 of the original Pokémon.
Sitting down at my laptop, with my fingers bashing against the keys, never felt like work. And I absolutely hated when anyone in my family called it that.
Finding a job is like having a job. It’s a tedious, demanding process that can sometimes drive you up a wall.
Life is all about your emotional response to a situation. Remember, in order to live a happy life, you need to make choices that will coincide with those goals.
You are my brilliant ending; my fairy tale amidst sappy Harlequin romance novels; a love that doesn’t compare to the words of Nicholas Sparks, of Emily Bronte, or John Green.