January 29th, 1986, what a terrible day. The day God took my Mom's life away. There's still so much I need to know. So much love I didn't show. I hope she knows, I love her soo. Yet, for some strange reason, I didn't cry and I really couldn't understand why. Maybe, I didn't want to believe that she really did die. But now I must face it, I know that she's dead. I just wish that it was me who died instead. My love ribboned with lace, will always be in my heart, in a very special place.
--Tracey H., Adult
