5 years have passed already and it happens less often, but once in a while… Just once in awhile, it creeps up on me and catches me unaware and I feel engulfed with sadness that she’s not with me now.
I struggle to remember her and I realize that the memories are fading. As much as I’ve known her most of my life, 37 years in fact, all it takes is 5 years without her and the memories have already started taking on a wispy characteristic. Hard to grasp and hold firm. It probably doesn’t help because I have no one to help me keep her memories alive. My dad and brother and I, we don’t talk about Mom.
I miss my mom. I miss her terribly today.