To Sheri, on her 52nd birthday.
Dear Mom,
There are no words to express how much I miss you. You were my rock, my confidante, my best friend. You were there to pick me up when I thought I couldn't fall any lower. You were there to praise me when I triumphed, and to encourage me when I failed. You were quick with a smile or an affirmation, and I always believed you when you told me everything would be alright.
People have told me countless times that time makes it easier to deal with the loss, that it will get better. But it hasn't. I miss you a thousand times more with each passing day. I find things that remind me of you everywhere. Sometimes I pick up the phone and dial the first few digits of your phone number, only to realize that you're not there on the other end to pick up. The void that was left in my heart with your passing grows deeper every second.
Today, on what would have been your 52nd birthday, I miss you more than ever...but not as much as I'll miss you tomorrow, or the day after that.
I love you.
Holding back the years,
Thinking of the fear I’ve had for so long.
When somebody hears,
Listen to the fear that’s gone.
Strangled by the wishes of pater,
Hoping for the arm of mater,
Get to me sooner or later,
Nothing ever could, yeah.
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on.
Chance for me to escape from all I know.
Holding back the tears.
There’s nothing here has grown.
I’ve wasted all my tears,
Wasted all those years.
Nothing had the chance to be good,
Nothing ever could, yeah.
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on
So tight.
There are no words to express how much I miss you. You were my rock, my confidante, my best friend. You were there to pick me up when I thought I couldn't fall any lower. You were there to praise me when I triumphed, and to encourage me when I failed. You were quick with a smile or an affirmation, and I always believed you when you told me everything would be alright.
People have told me countless times that time makes it easier to deal with the loss, that it will get better. But it hasn't. I miss you a thousand times more with each passing day. I find things that remind me of you everywhere. Sometimes I pick up the phone and dial the first few digits of your phone number, only to realize that you're not there on the other end to pick up. The void that was left in my heart with your passing grows deeper every second.
Today, on what would have been your 52nd birthday, I miss you more than ever...but not as much as I'll miss you tomorrow, or the day after that.
I love you.
Holding back the years,
Thinking of the fear I’ve had for so long.
When somebody hears,
Listen to the fear that’s gone.
Strangled by the wishes of pater,
Hoping for the arm of mater,
Get to me sooner or later,
Nothing ever could, yeah.
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on.
Chance for me to escape from all I know.
Holding back the tears.
There’s nothing here has grown.
I’ve wasted all my tears,
Wasted all those years.
Nothing had the chance to be good,
Nothing ever could, yeah.
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on,
I’ll keep holding on
So tight.