I don't have much to say these days as every day it's a thought about my mother. I feel like a huge chuck of my life is missing now and nothing is there to fill that space. It wouldn't be so bad if I could get a sense of WHERE she really is and by that I mean heaven. But as it stands I get a sense of nothing. And there's no point in talking about it to anyone as all people say is that time will heal all things blah blah blah. There were so many things I still wanted to do with my mother and FOR my mother and now I can't. I went to the cemetary on Sunday and put flowers on her gave and ended up just having to scream to the world about how I angry I was. Good thing no one was there with me. The family is not getting along either which doesn't help.