Grief comes like a thief in the night. You never know when it will attack and exactly what it will take from you. It permeates into the deepest depths of the soul and steals joy and peace in one silent move.
Eight years ago today my mother took her last breath. It was expected, yet how can death fully be embraced and desired?
Throughout most days the passing of my mom is a bittersweet memory. But as the anniversary draws near each and every year I feel a shift in the core of my being. I travel back to the day she died.
I know that today will pass. I will get through it and all will be well. I write here since I still can’t seem to say certain things aloud and admit to the world what is truly going on deep inside.
To go through the sorrow allows me to know joy. And that is what I want to continue uncovering…