Losing Mom: A Journey Through Grief (Part 16)
T oday marks 3 years since you died. T his day comes faster and faster with every year that passes. I suppose part of me is grateful that I don’t sit glumly in the darkness that this day represents. I suppose it also means I’m just another moment closer to seeing you again. However, the other part of me hates that this day comes so quietly after all this time. I have been incredibly aware of this impending date since your birthday, then since the first of the month, and with writing dates that were necessary at work. B ut feelings surrounding this day have been very quiet. A nd the realization of that makes me quite sad. I can’t help but feel some semblance of guilt about such a thing. I t strikes me as non-caring, non-loving, as if I have completely made it out of the vice grips of this grief. I absolutely haven’t, but the longer I have spent in here, the more I understand it’s shiftiness. My grief specifically is not always felt the most on anniversaries,