It’s hard to believe it has been two years since my mother died. The world seems like such a different place, even though two years is but a speck over the course of history.
While merely coincidence, Mom’s death seemed to send the universe into a chaotic spiral. I feel like I’m living in perpetual survival mode, just like I did when I was a caregiver. Mom’s eternal optimism would have been sorely tested over the last year or so.
The grief is less oppressive and not as constant at this point, but it continues to lurk in the dark alleys of my mind, popping out like a villain in a movie from time to time. The “should’ve, would’ve, could’ve” mantra hasn’t been silenced quite yet, but I’ve been able to turn down the volume on the second-guessing for the most part.
Just like in this photo of Mom, I will spend the day writing. She always loved this photo, which appeared in the yearbook. Mom took her education seriously, which wasn’t always a given for farm families when crops could trump classes. I inherited a similar love of learning from both of my parents, which is a precious gift that I use every day.
One response to “Marking 2 years since Mom died”
Wow. Two years. I’ve been with you since before she passed away. Thanks for being open as to where you are emotionally now. It helps for others who may be grieving. Hugs.