I do try, though. There are days when I stand in the barren living room or the kitchen and I keep looking. The rooms might be empty but they are haunted by your memories and a multitude of physical reminiscences, too … It’s a pity that I’ll never get to see you scorn when I wished you Happy Mother’s Day. It’s a pity that you had to go too fast and too soon. It’s a pity that I didn’t even get the chance to say a goodbye …