It is rapidly ((Far, far too rapidly in my opinion.)) approaching the one year anniversary of my mom’s death.
And yep. It still hurts.
Jessie and I were talking about how it seems like people have forgotten or have assumed we’ve moved on, which simply isn’t true.
It’s just that heart-shattering avalanche of grief morphs into a heart-crushing boulder of grief. One that becomes infinitesimally lighter day by day but will never truly be easy to carry.
I’ve had so many good things happen in my life lately and you know what strikes me the most about all of them? That I miss my mom. She would have been so proud of my weight loss. She would have been so proud of the healthy changes I’m making. I want to share these things with her.
I write her letters ((which will be another post at some point.)) but it’s not the same. I tell my dad but it’s not the same. It will never be the same.
It’s been over 10 months now. And it still hurts.