A Memorial Would Be Nice

Two years ago, this evening, my mother passed away.
It doesn't hurt any less. I doubt it ever will.
I wish that Al would put her ashes somewhere so that we had a memorial of some sort to visit without having to visit him, which I can't do.

On a not-so-much lighter note, I dreamt the other night that Chris shot Chanel. It wasn't the most pleasant dream I have ever had, albeit one of the most real.

I'll try to write more regularly, and soon.