I've been mentally preparing myself for this all morning, but the second we pull into the driveway, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. I look up at the home that I shared with my mom all of my life. It was always so warm, so cozy, so welcoming. She always kept it looking so neat.
The last night I spent with her here, we shared the same bed. She was comforting me; something she did so well. She made me feel safe, secure, at home. I never worried about anything because I was lucky enough to have one of those mom's that always planned ahead, always thought about the little things. She never failed me with her advice. She was so wise. I trusted her so much.
She was so beautiful, so strong, so smart and funny. Everyone loved her and she loved everyone. The world was a better
