I miss her again today. The sound of my mothers voice is always and forever will be, in my mind.  I constantly resurface memories because I'm afraid of forgetting the little details that defined her. Her sense of fashion, Her funny stories, Her absolutely beautiful smile. The way the outer corners of her eyes wrinkled whenever she grinned. She always hated those wrinkles. The way she called my name with love. I wish so much to hear her call out to me in again.  I only had 6,482 days with her but I thought she would live forever. I would lay down my life for her. I would trade where I am now to go back to months before she passed if ever somehow given the chance. Grief, it makes you dwell on the impossible. It fuels your heartache, crumbles your sanity and encourages your sorrow. A wicked feeling, is it not ?