Homer'sWorld

I miss my Mother. I miss talking to her on the phone, or rather listening to her talk to me about all of the things that she found interesting. I miss sending her presents. I miss having her here at my house. I miss complaining about her eccentricities and her constant criticism of the food I cooked her.

There are a lot of really good things happening in my life, one in particular.

But I really miss my Mother. Little things set me off. Tonight it was messages on my phone and realizing I would never have one from her.

So there's that.