I miss her.
My mom died when I was just 12 years old. She was diagnosed with cancer and for nearly a hear after that she fought. She carried on as usual taking my 3 little sisters and I on days out, she never gave up. She died over 8 months ago now, but I definitely have not stopped missing her. She went through horrible pain and I never helped properly, I never hugged her or told her things were going to be OK, I was just wrapped up in my own world. She went into hospital last April and never came out for any longer than a few days at a time. She finally passed away after horrible pain in June and I've never stopped feeling guilty. RIP.. xxxxxxxxx. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing I'll see her 1 day.