Mother’s Day has passed. May 13th has passed. We made it.
On Mother’s Day we gathered at the Garden, we saw the tree that was planted, we ate lunch and visited. Not a lot of tears, just togetherness.
Then the week played out and I thought about everything that happened a year ago…the funeral was a year ago friday. Friday was a bad day. Then Saturday and Sunday came and I wondered who was still here after the funeral last year, what did we do, when did everyone leave? Why does my memory feel so fuzzy?
Weird, sad week. I figured that Mother’s Day would be the worst day, and in actuality it was the easiest.
Still working through this weird world of grief, but maybe (just maybe) I’m beginning to find my way.