Today is the 8th anniversary of my mother's death; it might just as well have happened last year, or last week. You just don't get "over" losing a parent.
It was fitting that last night, my sister and I had "breakfast" for supper. Not only was that one of my mother's favorite things to do late at night, my sister and I had several late night breakfasts together during those last few days of Mom's life.
I am swamped with end-of-semester course work, and did not go to the cemetery today, though I did stop for a few moments on my way home last night. My sister set out new flowers today also.
I might as well head to bed soon... my eyes are totally shot from being on the computer all day reading and writing. I can't work much more on one project until I hear from the professor anyway. And my hands hurt too much to knit. I will be better after Wednesday when all my school stuff it due, done and then only six more working days until Christmas break.
(it's also the 4th anniversary of this blog)
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You never really get over losing anyone, I think. Humans weren't meant to die, the whole process isn't within what we can truly accept. The firs tyear is the worst, with all those 'first x without them's, but it's always there. I've always been very grateful for the ressurection hope - it's just so fair!!=)
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