Life was good, but there was something I was missing. On a Sunday with nothing to do, I walked to mom's grave with Lilies in my hand, mom's favorite flower. I talked to her, told her I loved her, told her how much I missed her, told her how I wished she could be at my wedding which was to be in a week. I then dried my tears and prayed, for the first time since I was a little girl; I talked to God. From that moment on, I let God in. Our relationship grew and is still growing today. I never knew what I was missing until the day I went to the cemetery and found God there.