Dear mom,

I pray to mom. I've been told I'm lucky to have my own angel, I was fine with Jesus as a big bro. I pray for the second coming to happen. I used to hate it, scriptures would say God would come down, angry. Now I pray. I want that day to come, so she can come back home. So she can be smiling, happy, and with her John. I need her back on this side of the veil. She wasn't ready, it wasn't her time. She wasn't called to heaven early-she had her opportunity of life taken from her. That's not fair. God, that's not fair. I know we all signed up for a chance at life. She never took hers for granted. I miss you mom, we need you.

11.30.2020