June 17th, 2018 A book from Tezra from a mother who is giving her daughter advice about what to do when she's gone. It's touching and hits so deep I can only read a few pages at a time. Allison wanted to know the book and then asked, "Mom could you pass it down to me when you die?" (insert sobbing mom eyes here). "Yes, of course." I'm still hurting. I still catching myself calling my mom on the phone. I'm still in disbelief she doesn't know my son. I am still grieving and I didn't know that until recently. Two nights ago, I was home with the kids alone and Allison went downstairs to bed. She came back up soon and said her stomach didn't feel right. I asked her all the typical mom questions. Are you hungry? Do you need to poop? Are you nervous? None of those. I asked if she wanted to cuddle on the couch (although I had been dreaming about my head hitting the pillow) and she said yes. My big 8 year old, 4'