I can’t really put into words how much I miss my mother today and for the past year. I am hurting more than I am letting on, but at the same time, I am trying to remain strong. My therapist says that I am doing well and that I am starting to move on with my life. In many ways, he is right. In some ways, I am still grieving even though he says I should not be…
Time will “heal” all wounds, but this wound will take more time to heal. We have been through the first Thanksgiving, Christmas, (her) birthday, Mother’s Day, and other family occasions without her and there was definitely something missing. Her. It will get better. It did after my Dad passed, but somehow, this feels different.
I wish I could bring myself to write more, but I just can’t.
I love you, Mom.