My mother passed away one year ago today. I don't really have any words to say. I still don't really know how to talk about it. Some things have been so strange. Some have been hurtful, even infuriating. Some just sad. Some a huge relief. An obvious range of emotions I can't put into words yet - not unlike when she was alive. But I loved her. And I know she loved me. And I felt it important to acknowledge this day. As I have mentioned before, my father has been gone for many years now. I still think of him when I look at the moon. It makes me happy to think my mother is with him. And I suppose parents' love is never very far away. I know my love would be with my children no matter what. I hope they know I am thinking of them ❤
