Two years to the day,

Two years to the day, mom, went home to see Jesus. I still remember the day. I was at school. My dad found me and I found out about 3:30 something happened with mom, and we went to see the man by the door. We asked if we could see her. My brother's and my sister came with me. My brother's came out of the room and asked me to come in. I could not get in fast enough then I new… I cried, I asked god why, and I'm still asking why sometimes every day! It's weird. When something good happens I would love to call her up but I can't. I love her and miss her so much.