Dear Chris,
I'm still in that funky mood. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get away from it. Tears flow for no reason. I pray for peace but I can't seem to grasp onto to it. It's at times like this that I miss you more than ever. I'm not going to ask why......I refuse to go there.....I know, deep down, the answer to that question. I may not always want to accept it, but I do know the answer.
You are at peace.....and so shall I ............soon, hopefully.
I love you,
Mom
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