Losing Mom: A Journey Through Grief (Part 15)
August 14, 2022 (Two Years) Today is the dreaded day. Your death day. The second anniversary of it, no less. Though somehow, today, I am not particularly overwhelmed by it, yet anyway. Probably because I have been thinking about it coming up since your birthday. These two days are so close, it's unfair. One is meant to celebrate your being brought into this world, and the other, this one, symbolizes you leaving it. I'm not yet sure how to spin it into a positive day. I don't know that it needs to be, or ever will be. If I have learned anything through losing you, and Aunt Diane and Grandma, it's that some things are just sad. Shitty things exist, and it's okay to call them what they are. Not everything needs to be spun in a positive light. Two whole years though... How can that be? 24 months. 730 days. All three ways to describe it sound so unbearably long, and yet it feels like you have been gone for an eternity. With every passing day, it is harde