Two Years On
Today is the two year anniversary of my mother’s death. It feels like much longer than two years and it seems like it is wrong to feel that way, that somehow that betrays her memory. Not that I don’t think about her often – she certainly would have loved the Alaska trip, and when thinking of future visits home it is hard to remember that she won’t be there to cook my bacon sarnies, or to fall asleep in front of whatever movie we might be watching.
A day to look back and fondly remember.