I miss my mommy. (A daughter's grief observed, three months on)

On the evening of November 5, 2013, I got the phone call that forever changed my life. It was my son Justin, calling from Texas where most of my family lives. When I saw his picture on my phone, I expected a light-hearted chat. But the first thing I heard sounded like some sort of static. I later realized it was the sound of him crying. When he was finally able to speak, I heard the