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thatzetaToday marks 15 years since my mom passed away. I can't believe it's been this long. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday, sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. She got sick and deteroriated so suddenly and fast, there was basically no way to sort of... prepare for the upcoming end, if that makes sense.
After this many years, there are more days where I don't think about her than days where I do, but I think that's sort of normal. Life goes on, etc. It doesn't lessen the sense of loss when it does come back, but it's not a constant dark cloud above my head anymore. I can't exactly say I found closure, but... anyway. I miss her. I wish things would have been different. I hope she would be proud of me, despite my struggles.
After this many years, there are more days where I don't think about her than days where I do, but I think that's sort of normal. Life goes on, etc. It doesn't lessen the sense of loss when it does come back, but it's not a constant dark cloud above my head anymore. I can't exactly say I found closure, but... anyway. I miss her. I wish things would have been different. I hope she would be proud of me, despite my struggles.
