Dear Dawson

Dear Dawson- 26

December 24.

  I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

My mom died today.

A careless drunk driver slammed right into her vehicle, taking her life away from her and me.

I know I never talked about her much, and if I did, it was never very good.

But I loved her.

She loved me....I think.

It's so strange to wake up in our house without her. It's almost impossible.

The word 'home' means absolutely nothing without the people you love in it.

So, I don't have a home really.

Except when I'm with Conner.

He just might be my home.

But that doesn't change the fact that I'm planning my mother's funeral.

Or that my dad is dead as well.

I have no family anymore, which is an isolating thing.

I'd rather have a mother who thinks I'm imperfect than a dead mother.

But I don't exactly have that choice anymore.

Love,
Kindley.