Feb. 23rd, 2016
I was talking with a friend and the subject turned to grief. She made a comment and suddenly I became a child who’s still shocked that Mommy is gone. I’m just now realizing that distraught child will always be a part of me. And I don't mean this to be sad. Yes, the feeling was but of course I should always miss my Mom, even if that feeling isn't always at the forefront of my consciousness.
Also, Dad’s left me a number of voice-mails. I should really call him back.