Good Mourning, Mom.
It’s Wednesday morning which means I’ve just come from therapy. It’s also May 18th, 2022, which means it’s the 23rd anniversary of Mom’s death. I used to say “passing”, but that was like she was just walking by, maybe leaving the room for a minute. Which is maybe what I needed it to be, but then she never came back into the room. So, maybe it’s “death” now. Even my little google banner in the top right of my home screen tells me “Mom’s death. Today”