10 Years

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.