Ever since my mom passed away, I’ve been in a fog. I’ve been numb. Sure, I’ve been laughing truly and genuinely. I’ve been really happy. But I think that’s because I haven’t fully let myself grasp her death. Sometimes, I feel like I’ve forgotten all about her. I can’t remember what she was really like.
Last night, I forced myself to really remember.
And I realized why I’d shut myself off to the world, because it hurt.
But I can deal with that if it means sharing her memory with everyone who didn’t get the privilege to know her. I’d rather dig up the pain daily if it means never forgetting her.