My mom wouldn’t make it to my wedding.
She died two months too soon.
She wouldn’t watch my son be born.
She died twelve months too soon.
She wouldn’t make it to see me pursue new dreams and find new purpose.
She died one year too soon.
She wouldn’t see my sister become a mother.
She died two years too soon.
She wouldn’t see the new accomplishments, additions, triumphs, and wins.
She simply died too soon.
She wouldn’t see so many things.
She died too soon.
Too soon.
Too soon.
Too soon.
It will always be too soon.