Dear Mom.
Dear Mom,
It's been a while since we spoke. I write to you now because it's mother's day, and I feel as though I am required to at least dedicate something as small as this for you. You see, I know these past years have been extremely rough. I know that since Dad died, you're in this reclusive state and it lead to our halt of communication. You've been clouded in grief for these last what, three years? I get that. I have been too. I've been swallowed in my own grief so much so that I don't know how I'm treading in these waters. I can only feel guilt in this hollow heart of mine. I can feel it enlacing my very soul, withering its way through my heart and crushing my very essence. I feel like I'm going mad. I can't see the end of it. You didn't see the end of it either didn't you? Tell me, how did you move on? I'm so desperate for relief, mom. What do I do? How can I stop this grief? Where have you been when I needed you?