Mom, This year is particularly trying without you. You wouldn't believe what has happened to the world since you left. Six years ago... A new president has been elected twice since you have left. The first woman VP! But there's a bad thing. A pandemic. People are sick and dying everywhere, hate has taken over the people and the world has just gone to hell. I have been scared for a long time now, almost a year since people started getting it. The air feels like it did when you left. No snow as of this thought, but I'm sure it's coming. I hope you can hear me when I talk to you. I have so much to tell you, so much to ask you, and I hate myself for not asking you more about life, while you still had yours. I don't know what to do with myself. I watch that old video to hear you talk. I get sad when I hear you say "whatcha doing, Manda?" It's a recording. I can't answer you. It's so hard, mom. I miss you so bad. Please take care of the family, and most importantly, your soul. I am tired from crying. I know it won't bring you back but I still cry. I know you are somewhere beautiful now. Hugs and kisses, you are thought of several times a day. Maybe even several times an hour. Sleep tight mom. Until next time, Love you. Amanda