God Is

My mother died a couple of years ago this week. It has been a tougher time than I thought. I really miss my Mom. More often than I did when I knew she was still with us. Everytime is see *:41 PM I think of her. I think of her and I weep. Sometimes by myself. Sometimes in public at odd times. I offer no explanation and to date no one has inquired why. (Odd thing, no?). I once started weeping in church and could not stop for half the mass. Shit, I’m starting now….