My mom was sick and I was on my way to see her. Half way through the journey, I was called and told she was gone. I couldn’t react. I froze while tears were running down my face. Getting home, since she was young, I didn’t want her to spend time in the mortuary. I laid her to rest as the only child and did all that tradition demands. Upon getting home I picked up my phone to call her to let her know I have arrived home as I always do and that was when reality hits me. It’s been 3 months, life hasn’t been the same.