I am writing this in January of 2013. February 3, 2009 is the day my mother died.
It was also my son’s 9th birthday. Neither he, nor I will ever forget that day.
But, as I have been recently going back over my writings, I have found that I did not write anything at, or about, that time. There is a big gap.
I do remember that time quite clearly. And I remember spending a lot of time simply sitting and staring into space.
I want to write about my mother; to come to terms with her death. But I still do not feel that I am ready to do that. Maybe someday I will be.
In the meantime, I still grieve. I miss you, Mother.
(I do not know where I got this picture, or who might own it; it just speaks to me somehow.)