The 5 of July

A few days ago, was the day 10 years ago that I came back from my honeymoon with my wife, only to hear that my mom has a tumor. It was removed, which later led to finding out it truly was ovarian cancer. That was the first time and the last time I cried for my mom. At the funeral I didn't / could'nt cry.  I think about her all the time but I haven't cried since July 5 2002 for her. I wish I did more.