My mom died.
She was diagnosed in January of 2004.
She died in April of that year.
It’s been 11 years.
I miss her.
I miss being able to call and tell her things.
I miss sitting close to her and putting my head on her shoulder while she did crossword puzzles on the couch.
I miss how she beat me at scrabble 99.9% of the time.
Sometimes I miss her so much I just cry.
Today I cried.