A dozen years
Hard to believe that it's been 12 years since my mom passed away. A lot has happened. I grew a spine. I grew some business sense. Hell, I became a real person. It was only after getting back from work today that I remembered what today was. I guess time heals all wounds. Not that I don't miss my mom. Far from it. But she would be the first person to kick my ass if she found that I was being totally useless every August 17th, something about spending too much time looking backward and not enough time looking forward.
So I take this time to ponder everything that has happened. I look back on my LJ entries for August 17th through the years since her passing, and marvel at the evolution of my emotional status. August 17th is a day to remember, sure. But life keeps on going. I miss you mom. But I have to work toward making things right with work, friends, and family. Who would have thunk it?
So I take this time to ponder everything that has happened. I look back on my LJ entries for August 17th through the years since her passing, and marvel at the evolution of my emotional status. August 17th is a day to remember, sure. But life keeps on going. I miss you mom. But I have to work toward making things right with work, friends, and family. Who would have thunk it?