I miss my Mom.
– I’m right here, Dean. –
I know. In my head.
But I’m still mourning her as I knew her.
The Mom who took care of me.
Just feels like yesterday, when I look at old photographs, that we were together in our house in Lawrence, and now…
I’m here, and that Mom is gone.
And every moment I spend with you reminds me of every moment I lost with her.
And I thought having you here with us would clear my head.
– Dean… what are you trying to say? –
I have to go.
I’m sorry.
I’m so, so sorry.
I just need a little time.