At some point you were going to hace to part from me on this physical realm, but the chain of events mixed with my life’s position did not allow me to kiss every boo boo or easy every worry you may have felt during the last few weeks of your sweet life.
Im not bruised nor beat up…I am broken.
My hair doesn’t matter. As long as I have on all black I couldn’t care less about my appearance. I don’t sing anymore. Im not even polite to a fault anymore. Just angry and in constant distress.
All the writings i would spend so much energy into writing with the intent to share them on “writeLOVER” in our category i ensured to be apart of this brand because you are so much of my story. However, I never released not one word. I worried about mama so much especially with us in two different states and knowing she wasnt taking pride in herself any longer, it stressed me out so badly, I rushed to the hospitals not once, not twice, but three times all the while thinking I was having a stroke or inflammation in multiple organs.
“I love My only” – Elaine Williams
When I say The Lady of my Life, the apple of my eye, the sunshine that never held back doubt you were mine and I was yours.
I dont even know what to do with myself. I just sit looking at your pictures or replaying your voice, your laugh, down to your cough and im in the constant state of overwhelming distress and twinge of electrified pain shooting throughout my physical body. My eyes are swollen and tired. And I actually tried to return to work the day after receiving this catastrophic message about my mama.
Without any pride, I ask that if you see this publishing to click the link below to help support me and honor my mother within the highest remembrance placed on your heart.
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