I don't like the idea of this being some public sympathy magnet. I just don't know who I can tell at this hour. My mom passed away. I feel sad, sick, angry, and honestly useless. She was only 37. It hurts to say goodbye so soon. We didn't have the best relationship. But it was special, because my mom could tell you exactly how I feel. I can't even do that. My sisters cried their little eyes out this morning. I wish it would hit me already. Maybe telling someone will help. I don't know. My mom believed in heaven and angels. She listened to bomb ass hip-hop/punk/music in general. When I was little we would watch Matilda and Edward Scissorhands. She taught me that honesty was the best policy, and that practice makes perfect. She also believed that all things would come to pass. My heart aches so bad. Today I'll believe in heaven for you. I'd say rest in peace, but I know you'll party hard up there. I love you! I'll miss being called your "sunshine." So. Much.