DAISY
I had seen burials, but only on the television. I remember mom and me watching a movie where the father was killed, and the children buried his body.
Today I wore a black dress and stood in a cemetery watching my mom's dead body getting buried in the ground.
I couldn't even cry because my tears had stopped; what I was left with was sorrow and fear of how I would survive without her.
I didn't have a speech; God knows I don't have anything to say.
My mother died alone, without any of her family beside her. I wonder how she felt, how it must suck. I screwed up, and I will live with that for the rest of my life.
After the burial, the funeral came and passed in a blur, with everyone telling me the pain will stop.
I doubt that.
My mom had been a massive part of my life. Is
