I'm Chris Tina. Mother of two =-) Wife of one.
I'm trying to figure out how to live life, after something devastating, destroyed life, as I knew it. I found myself, at find a grave, to make a memorial for my mother. I find it hard to say, I lost my Mom, when she isn't lost. It's hard for me to say, Mom passed away, when she's still very much alive. Just in a different place. It's hard for me to say, she died, when feelings and love, are very much alive. I can't say, she expired, as she wasn't a carton of milk. It's easy to say I miss her. Easy to say, I love her.

I'm Chris Tina. Mother of two =-) Wife of one.
I'm trying to figure out how to live life, after something devastating, destroyed life, as I knew it. I found myself, at find a grave, to make a memorial for my mother. I find it hard to say, I lost my Mom, when she isn't lost. It's hard for me to say, Mom passed away, when she's still very much alive. Just in a different place. It's hard for me to say, she died, when feelings and love, are very much alive. I can't say, she expired, as she wasn't a carton of milk. It's easy to say I miss her. Easy to say, I love her.