Thinking of you

My dearest mother,
You are near to me always. I wish I could tell you something and you answer but I go ahead and tell you anyway. The problem is that you don't pick up your phone. Now as you lay side by side with dad, it is fitting that you know that is the way I always wanted it. You and dad, dad and you. Both of you stuck to the "truth" until the day you passed from us. I hope to write my life story soon. I wish you could read it and I guess you don't need to because you know it. I love you dearly, you know that as well. A special mother you always were. This Christmas is the second one you miss with us. That pains me deeply.
Love, your son, Randy