Mom, I miss you.

I know I said I wouldn't, but...I do.

You never taught me how to make chocolate mousse.

I watch "West Wing" and think of you.

And no, I wasn't going to marry Ron. Or John. And it's still none of your business whether I had sex with any guy. Sorry, but that one stays.

But I still love you anyway. Why did you have to suddenly/not suddenly go? It does suck.