Mom,

I keep waking up hoping this is just a bad dream and that we will talk later in the day.

I know that your passing is real, but I do not want it to be.  I miss hearing your voice, the smell of your perfume and moisturizer, your silly posts on Facebook.  

I made it through Christmas as I know you would have wanted me to.  I hosted Christmas Eve at the house for Jerry's family, but I also went as far as inviting Tammy and Daddy.  I did not want them to be alone, as I…