The Significants of June 8th
Tomorrow will be the third anniversary of my mom's passing, and honestly, I'm kind of out of words right now. The date kind of snuck up on me last week, as these things sometimes do. I've been so busy trying to finish work for school, not to mention everything going on with my eye, that I guess the days started passing me by without me noticing. In ways, it's worse this way; every year before this one, I've prepared myself sometimes a month in advance, but that isn't the case this year. I still miss her terribly, perhaps more this year than I have since her death. I'm about to close a chapter of my life and embark on a new one that she'll never be a physical part of, and the prospect is terrifying. It also makes me think of my dad's mortality--how much longer will he be here? Three years ago, I couldn't have imagined I'd make it this far; now, I'm not sure how much farther I'll go. Those who believe in God will probably tell me that she's always here. Though I'm not sure how much of that I'm inclined to believe, her memory will always be with me--as long as I don't lose my mind, of course. I guess it goes without saying that I miss her, eh? Some things fade with time, but losing a mother never does. Mom, here's to you.