Angry

This morning I am angry...you may not want to read. I miss my Mom. I MISS MY MOM. I spoke to her on the phone 12-17 times a day, and now nothing. I miss talking to her, I miss seeing her, I miss taking her to McDonald's for vanilla milkshakes. I miss trying to convince her to live on the edge and get another flavor. I miss combing her hair so she looked nice. I miss taking her random suppers with the mashed potatoes that tasted so good to her. I miss her sweet phone greeting, "Hello, its just me..." I miss her saying "I love you at the end of every conversation." I just miss her.