"I miss you Mom." I whispered, kneeling in front of Mom's grave, and placing the bouquet of her favorite roses on top of it. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as my eyes surveyed the gold carving engraved through the tombstone.
Until now, I still can't believe that she is gone. Life without her would be so different. I lost not only my best friend but also my world as well.
"I don't want you to be gone, but it's better this way than seeing you suffer." I told her, tracing the tombstone with my fingertips. The image of her face came to my thoughts, but it was not the same agonized face I saw the last time at the hospital. Instead, it was the image of her serene face lit with a smile that formed in my imagination when I closed my eyes.
The wind blew past me, the wondrous scent of roses permeated my nostrils. I took a deep breath to fill my chest with its calming scent.
