i just wrote the entire history of my mom’s illness and death. for a cousin. because his mom now thinks i am evil. i suppose some folks need people to blame. it took a lot out of me. you can’t write something like that out and not relive it.
maybe i will post it here as a fav’s only or a private entry. not that i will ever forget anything that happened. i don’t know. i feel raw. and my heart and chest feel constricted and heavy. my eyes are red from crying and my nose is still running.
i still miss my mom, and it’s been almost two years. this is the season, the season that marked her last.
grief never ends, it just becomes tolerable as time passes.
peace.
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