It has been about month since I saw you last. I would like for you to know I still cry in bus rides when I think of you. I sleep less at night, I toss and turn and wonder what things will be like if you are around. I imagine you in the next room, limping and turning and making requests for water, chocolates and taho. I am being selfish I know every time I wish for you to be here. I can not help it though because you have been a big part of us.

Today marks the 1st month of my mom's passing away.

I have one of the coolest mothers in the world.

Anyone who has been there in her funeral march, or has witnessed it first hand, would wonder why a black vehicle blaring out Bryan Adams' "Summer of '69" has a dozen or so people crying behind it. Oh, look it is a hearse.

I did not know that song to be so heartbreaking.

There was an undeniable stark contrast: a rock song with a dozen funeral mourners crying with it blaring in the background. Maybe perhaps it was to tell the world she is, now, content.

I am proud of my mother. For being one of character, strength, wit and brilliance. I would never have anyone in the world to be my mother but her.

To you who downloaded the song for my mother's funeral, thank you. My gratitude is beyond words.