I want to tell my mother about seeing Streisand and the movie Argo. I want to tell her how bad Reynaldo is being again. I want to ask her about the nasty cut that runs under my fingernail and how to keep it clean.
Seeing the holiday decorations in the drugstore made me sad because I will never wrap another Christmas gift for her, ever again. She'll never hug me again.
One person can leave a terrible void.
I miss her.