Loosing someone is always hard. It is even harder when they haven't been here that long. I wrote this when we lost our beloved Citrina, my daughters best friend. She was only 19 and she left behind her 1 year old son Oliver. She will forever be missed!

I can’t cry anymore. I have already been sobbing for hours. The constant wiping of my tears laid way to dark circles under my eyes. Maybe this is from the lack of sleep. I have laid awake every night since we heard the news. I don’t understand why that child has to live without his mother. That’s what is keeping me up at night. An innocent little boy now fated to growing up with dark circles…

Loosing someone is always hard. It is even harder when they haven't been here that long. I wrote this when we lost our beloved Citrina, my daughters best friend. She was only 19 and she left behind her 1 year old son Oliver. She will forever be missed!

I can’t cry anymore. I have already been sobbing for hours. The constant wiping of my tears laid way to dark circles under my eyes. Maybe this is from the lack of sleep. I have laid awake every night since we heard the news. I don’t understand why that child has to live without his mother. That’s what is keeping me up at night. An innocent little boy now fated to growing up with dark circles…