Ten years ago today, at about this time, I got the call telling me that my mother had died.
3653 days have passed. To say a lot has changed is a gross understatement.
I don’t want to dwell on the past right now. So there is no long post or thoughts here. Gods know I’ve posted plenty these past few years.
I just feel it’s appropriate to at least note the fact.
I loved my mother. But the truth too is that I’m glad in ways that she’s gone. I couldn’t have moved forward as I did if this hadn’t happened.
Terrible perhaps, but true.
And that too is so a part of me. Embracing the terrible but the true. And moving forward with it.