Monday will be four years since Mom passed.
In some ways, it doesn't seem like it's possible that it's been that long. In others, it feels like it's been much longer.
But grief, being the strange mistress that she is, has been sneaking in over the last week, and it really wasn't until Dad pointed out the date on our call this morning that I realized what was going on.
It's funny (not in the haha sense), because I used to roll my eyes a bit at Mom when she'd talk about missing Nana. Because it had been years and years and years.
But I get it now.
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