Just A Whisper Away

It's been two years since I've seen her. And now, I'm going to her mom's funeral on Saturday. I can't even talk about it without tearing up. Mrs. T was only 38 years old, far too young. I feel like such a horrible friend for not staying in touch with them throughout the years; Mrs. T was like my second mom, and I absolutely regret that it's been so long since I've seen her. And now, it's too late. I know I'll cry during the service. It's all so surreal. Why did she have to go? I didn't think I'd have to deal with a death so soon again, but death's inevitable, I guess. I just can't imagine what they're going through right now, especially Jess. Rest in peace, Mrs. T. I will miss you.