RIP
I woke up this morning with my normal routine in hand. Bathroom, TV, shower. I've only made it passed the bathroom portion. After going to the bathroom, I walked by my mom's room where she said, "Mar, Mrs. Jones isn't with us anymore." I didn't know what else to do other than cry. Then hug my mother, whom began to cry. I knew Mrs. Jones was sick, I knew she was going to die, but there's always that part in everyone's mind where they want to believe it's not really happening. The strange part of all of this is that I had a dream of Mrs. Jones lastnight, and she was fine. She came over and was just acting goofy like she never had a cancer cell in her whole body. Not only was she our neighbor of 18 years, she was my mom's bestfriend, a second mom to me not in the sense where I could talk to her about personal problems, it was just someone who I loved as much as I would love my own mom. Overall I hope there's some sort of after life, cause all the people I've lost this year, I would hate to never see again. I love you Chelsea Gross and Reba Jones, maybe one day we will meet again.
Gone but not forgotten
Ex,oh,ex,oh
Gone but not forgotten
Ex,oh,ex,oh