Dear Mom

I purchased your gift though I know it will never reach its destination but remain eternally wrapped under the tree.  It was something that you always longed for, but I never got around to sending it.  Deep down inside, I regret not getting it to you sooner and wish so hard that I could give it to you now and watch the look on your face as it is unwrapped.  It would have brought you so much joy and happiness for the years to come, the years that we were meant to share.  The years we were robbed because of a soulless universe that takes quicker than it gives.  Although I will come to accept the world without my mother, this gift will remain unopened under my tree as I bury deeper the regret that I did not get it to you sooner.

~J