Mummy!

My hopes! Fortyfour months wıthout you. Like an ıcy joke. I really stıll cant' believe that you are not here, anymore. I assume that you are here, wıth us, somewhere, some place that ıs not possıble to reach. But when I remember that your wonderful smelling body ıs under the ground, then I lose my thoughts, my feelings And my spirit. Death ıs The strongest part of The life. Noone can cope with it properly but at The same time very final reality, actually. You were my wonderful hopes And unfortunately they all are lost in The darkness! :( R.i.p.