I got up early this morning, taking a long shower and getting ready for the day. Celebrating the two year death anniversary of my mother was painful. It felt as if she just left the world yesterday and not two years ago. I was getting ready to go to her grave, and Stacy and Declan were going to accompany me. I wasn't worried about bumping into my dad anytime soon because he never shows up. I've asked him to come with me last year since he missed her funeral but he just scoffed and locked himself up in his room, watching TV and getting drunk. I knew that he loved her, but not showing up to her funeral really hurt me too. There were a lot of people since my mother was quite popular within the community, her sweet smile and her kind eyes always attracted friendly people. I didn't have any do

