Gertie and I

my mother died 12 days and 39 minutes ago.

This is me and my new friend Gertrude, sitting on her bedroom floor looking in her mirror.

My mom's old friend bought me Gertie to "help me." She's a Kodak X812 IS.
When she got sick I quit photography, I guess I'll try and take it up again.

What I hate most right now is how everyone is telling me I should start feeling better.
It's not been two weeks since the woman who's 23 chromosomes made up half of me left, and people have the nerve to tell me to feel better already.
Well I'll tell you something. I will never feel better. Not ever. I'll have good days and bad days, but I will always miss my mother indescribably.