My last post was on the one month mark of my Mother's death. I had no idea. I knew I was angry. I knew I was hurt. It all kind of makes sense now. For those of you wondering, the misplaced item was recovered. Not that it really matters.
I miss my Mom. I say that pretty much every time I write. I seems to have the same cycle of feelings. Hurt, anger, longing, sadness, denial . . . you know, the stages of grief I guess. I never know where I'm going to be from day to day. Part of me can hear my Mom saying, "it will all work out, it always does." But how do you work out not having your Mom anymore. I have no idea how to reconcile these feelings. I feel lost. But, I don't feel hopeless anymore. I think that's what they call "progress." (Though, I think this kind of progress is bullshit.)
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