This past week there was an anniversary. It marked the first year of the passing of my Mother. I did not do anything special. I am doing well with everything, better than I thought I would be. The first anniversary of the death of someone special in your life is significant. One should be on his or her way through the stages of grief to what is referred to a new normal. I am not sure where I am in that process. Though things seem to be "better" life will never be the same. Holidays will never be the same. Life does march forward though and one must move forward with it.
I think of Mom often, I imagine that will continue, and I am fine with that. It's not being stuck in the past, but the past does inform our present. So my journey continues, the memory of my mother in the back of my mind. Life will go on, I carry on. Its what we do.
I think of Mom often, I imagine that will continue, and I am fine with that. It's not being stuck in the past, but the past does inform our present. So my journey continues, the memory of my mother in the back of my mind. Life will go on, I carry on. Its what we do.
