Peace these days seems so fleeting. Just when I think I'm moving through a fairly good day, something happens and I break down, crying uncontrollably. I went through the motions of attending a Halloween pot luck dinner last night. It was going along pretty good until the DJ played a Roy Orbison CD. All the songs my Mom, my brother and I used to sing along to. I couldn't take it. I had to leave. My brother is gone; my Mom is gone. I'm the only one left out of our trio. I miss them both so…

I was telling a friend of mine that I am feeling depressed about my Mom and she suggested I buy one of those coloring books for adults. I finally got around to it a week ago. I chose one with flowers and inspirational messages. They have so many of them on the market; it was hard to choose, but that one spoke to me. So every day when I think of Mom and begin to feel sad, I bring out the book, my colored pencils and marking pens. I put on music that I like and start coloring. Just doing it…

I miss being able to pick up the phone and talk to you, Mom. As I went through a box of your things today, I found your jewelry. Many pieces are ones that I gave you for different occasions and each one brought back such precious memories of times we shared. I'm trying so hard to hold on to those memories; the good times. It's just that this hole in my heart feels so big right now. In our last conversation, you told me of the dream you had the night before where Grandma came to you and held…