Dear QMM and AMM,

yesterday your dad said we are the unluckiest people in the world. Are we? I don't know.

I had the funnest, and at times challenging, times with you QMM. You brought excitement into my life. I was so proud of you. I used to worry that something bad would happen to you, for you seemed to be pretty close to perfection...charm, looks, smarts. I was always on my toes with you around...what would you be up to next? How you used to make me laugh. I was fortunate to have had that excitement in my life for 15 years.

And AMM, you gave me love to last a lifetime. I understood you, and you understood me. You loved me so much. Your daily hugs, your daily kisses. Your warm snuggles. Your back massages you used to give me. The laughter. The pride I felt in your accomplishments. I am so fortunate to have had that love for 12 years in my life.

So, no, I am not the unluckiest person in the world. I vehemently protest that statement. I am the LUCKIEST person in the world to have had you both for my sons. I am the luckiest person to have MAM as my daughter. I am the luckiest person to have BAM as my husband. I am the luckiest person, for I have you guys waiting for me when I get to the other side.

Love always,

Mom

6 months of hell

6 months of hell.

6 months of not seeing you...except when I look at your photographs.

6 months of not talking to you...except for in my dreams.

6 months of not hearing you...except for when I call your cell phone and hear your voice on the answering machine.

6 months of not hugging you.

6 months of not feeling you next to me.

6 months of pure hell. There is no respite from it. Even in my dreams, I am searching for you.

HOW MUCH LONGER????????