Dear Mom,
I finally read those books you and Angela gave me for my birthday more than 2 years ago, The Royal House of Shadows. I know I said it at the time, but thanks again for the books. I am sure I will read them again when I not so sad and they will be better, but I wanted to read something that would make me feel close to you.
I am doing okay, but planning your service is difficult. I really want to read a poem for you, I know how much you loved poetry. But I am afraid that, once again, I will be unable to speak. You know how much I cry at a funeral and this one is for you so I am not sure I will be able to speak at all.
On a lighter note I went to Ashley Furniture today to try out that new chair I showed you online. They don't have it in stock and I would hate to buy it and find it is uncomfortable. Plus the salesman was a dbag. Maybe I should try and find something else.
I hope you are right and I am wrong and that you are with Grampa now. If so, please tell him I hope to meet him one day. You always spoke so very highly of him and it would be great to meet him too.
Miss you,
Sherri
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