Tomorrow would have been my mother’s 68th birthday, but she left us unexpectedly in 2011. I feel her absence profoundly every day of my life. When she left, the world became a much darker, forbidding place.
There are so many moments when I simply want to call and ask her a question. What is all this hate in the world? How do I deal with my teens turning into adults? How do I survive in this world when you are missing? There are many more questions I long to ask her. These are just the most pressing ones. Sorry this is short, but I am raw right now. Next week will hopefully prove more pertinent, entertaining, and interesting.