It's been six months today since my beloved mother and absolute best friend died at 64. A half a year. Six full months already! Six months without my rock, my soulmate, my next door neighbor. Six months without our daily texts and calls and visits, six months without dinners together and endless conversations on my back porch or living room. A half a year of no wondrous road trips to the mountains or no day trips around the state. A half a year without her voice, her smile, her gentleness, her unconditional love for her only child who stayed by her side until her last breath. Six months without her singing and guitar and piano playing and songwriting that I took for granted. Six months without the amazing stories of her childhood. A half a year and counting of silence, loneliness, and grief as I just go about my daily routines, thinking about my momma almost every waking moment of my life.