Losing Mom: A Journey Through Grief (Part 9)
June 14, 2021 (10 Months) May 29, 2021 The quiet is my least favorite sound. It's an all-consuming noise. It fills my head with hints of you. Pictures that I misinterpret as current, rather than from the archives of my memories. I've found myself thinking of you a lot here in this quiet place. I've wanted to say how I can't wait to tell you something. I've wanted to bring you up. I don't know why you're coming to me so fully in this place that you were indifferent about at best. I can't even remember the last time we came here together. And now I can't get you out of my head. Normally I don't mind that, and today I really don't either, but just because thoughts of you are welcomed doesn't make them any less sad. I wish you could be here. Maybe that's why I like the chaos of my job so much - the screaming and playing of children, the always moving, the distraction - I'm not proud to say that though. I don't mean t