Topic: To those that have left us
I come here, from time to time, to talk to you... Mom. I miss your smiling face and still get enraged when I remember this is real. You are gone, but not at all forgotten.
It hit me again this past week, very hard, and I need a little more support now. I talk to you in my head, and look at your beautiful photo. But it's not the same, and you know it.
I wear your things, make meals off of the plates that you once ate from, and sleep in your special bed. We are about to start unpacking more and more memories and I know that too will be difficult, but I do it to cleanse myself and move on, to remember, and especially not to forget.
Where, exactly, do I put all this grief, and when will it ever stop; like you wondered about Dad... where do you go? I need to hear from you somehow.
I distract myself, more forward more, and am stupefied when I am back to this. I miss you Mom. Today ~ tomorrow ~ always!
So... I will share my new house, my graduation, my business endeavors with you in my silly head, and hope that you know that it's for me. But it's for you too.
Rubbing her shoulders now, your white kitty is here with me wanting lots of attention and love. I give it to her for you and hope you feel it too. We miss you. XOXO (((hugs))) -ljg