It's taken me this long to ....
Wake up on her birthday and not instantly think she's missing it.
Forget the date of her death (until usually a week or so later).
Get through holidays without missing her there (well, not totally).
Not cry all day long on Mother's day.
It gets better.
I wish I could visit her grave, but to my knowledge - there isn't one. Long story, but suffice it to say, I didn't know she had died until 2 months later, when I found out completely by accident. She had "disappeared" with the man she was married to (and all of us couldn't stand, which is another story entirely).
From what I've heard, my mother was cremated, and nobody really knows what happened to her ashes.
Before she married the jerk, we were best friends.
I will always miss her and cherish my fond memories of our times together.
Hi Mom!!!
