Jennifer Mcclanahan
When I begin to stress out, I instinctively want my Momma. My heart is missing a piece, in the shape of you. I didn’t get to say goodbye, you were too quick for that. I figured you would exit this world as fast as possible and I don’t blame you for wanting to be in paradise. I know you were ready to go home. I’m so glad you are in heaven busy worshipping God and singing praises. But it still doesn’t seem real. It’s like a terrible dream that I think I’ll wake up from but don’t. I guess, I just really miss you.
