Ciao Momma!

Momma left us yesterday.

It was a real beautiful passing. I held a hand. Her friends held her other hand. People were holding her ankles and touching her legs. As she took her last few breaths we sang her favorite hymn. Two minutes after she went, my brother finally pulled up. He almost made it in time.

Things are getting put together. Best that can be done I guess.

My only twangs are when I'm shopping or something and I feel this incredible urge to call Mom up and ask her opinion on something. I feel abandoned almost. She was my best friend.

Currently: Listnin' to Dashboard Confessional XP