I miss you, Momma. I hope I can get right this last chore you left for me. I mean to do right by you on this. I'm so lost and lonely, Momma. There have been so many times since you left that I couldn't figure something out and my first thought was to call and ask you but I can't do that anymore. That makes me so sad. There was so much I still wanted to talk to you about, so much I still had to ask you, so much I still wanted to tell you, so much I wanted you to know. I'll still tell you, and ask you. I'll still talk to you about anything and everything, but it won't be the same. Everything is different now. I feel unteathered. Irrepairably unteathered. I understand the fear and uncertainty of a horse bound to a pole by a lead that has been cut loose, the horse, running confused, lost, and without direction. That is me right now. Confused, lost, and without direction. And sad. So very sad. I hope that you get to spend a lot of Heaven with your Momma and Daddy. I hope that everybody you wanted to see there met you at the pearly gates. I hope they are throwing a big old Welcome Home party in your honor, with all of Heaven attending. Heaven. You got to Heaven, Momma! Isn't it grand? Isn't it beautiful? Even though I am sad that you are gone, I am also happy for you. Momma, so happy for you. But, until I see you again, I will still miss you so much it hurts and I will still cry for you and wish you hadn't have had to go so soon. I love you, Momma, so much. I hope I can make you proud.