A year ago tomorrow, my mother died. It was sudden, unnecessary, and shouldn’t have happened. It was a shock. She’d been ill from a botched colonoscopy back in late September but seemed to be recovering, but a year ago tomorrow she went to her regular doctor’s appointment, closed her eyes “for just a minute” and never opened them again.
I mourned my mother last year but I find myself mourning her again this year. Tears come unbidden at the most unexpected times. The wrong song, the wrong moment… and given how my children have isolated themselves from me, that just exacerbates things. It’s hard to find joy in the holiday season like this.
I miss you, Mom. There’s not much more to say than just that. I miss you.