Nearly three years have passed since Mom died, and I still find myself processing it. There are feelings that I still need to feel and thoughts I still need to express. So that’s what I’m doing here.
It’s not that I’m stuck in my grief and not moving forward. This is how I’m moving forward. These things need to be let out of myself. I need to remember them. They need to be told, chronicled, relived, refelt.
So that’s why I’m here three years later talking about the days that turned my world on it’s head.
