17 days

today is December first and I'm not sure how I am still alive. we have come so far but are behind. only one year has passed but I feel with every bone that 17 will show way more than just a year from the worst day I have been through. the truth of the biggest question has come out, my mother could have come back, yes it would have taken a lot of work but if he only knew that he would still be here, he gave up hope that mom would come home.