I majored in English in college. I am a former English teacher, and yes I consider myself a writer.
I have a pretty extensive vocabulary, and I admit I am talented at using words. I use words to express love and gratitude, to soothe, and to self-soothe.
When I am writing I spend time cultivating my words, stressing over how to construct sentences and paragraphs to convey my feelings.
But in some instances, like today, the third day after my mother's death; only the simplest words and phrases can express this very primal and visceral pain.
I love her.
I miss her.
She is gone.