One month later. I don’t remember the last time we went a month without talking. I’m glad I can’t remember; we talked a lot & often. Four days ago I brought you home in a small but heavy box, heavier than I expected. I buckled you into the front seat & sang Nickel Creek songs for you on the drive home, songs you didn’t get a chance to hear while you were alive. That’s ok. I’m glad you’ve gotten to hear them now. I know you were listening & I know you appreciated being buckled in. I miss you, Mama. I miss the sound of your voice & the way you always wanted the heat on. I miss you every day. I’m glad you’re home with me now. It’s good to know where you are, that you’re here with us. I love you more than I can tell you. I hope you knew how much, & that you still know now. Barrels of monkeys & buckets of ducks. #imissyou #mamabear #onemonthlater #fuckcancer https://www.instagram.com/p/BtCTTDhhMk38gxBuqMequEEKma-ASYgxP2sAOs0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cjemw64asoj0