Today my Mom hit me.
Just out of the blue, for no obvious reason.
The other night I thought of her while in the midst of a completely surreal moment.
For a split second, that night, I made a mental note to tell her about it.
And then quickly boxed the realization that I can never again tell her about anything.
I guess, in my haste to box it, I forgot to make sure the lid was closed.
I miss my mother every day. Even after nearly a year. I do feel like there is something missing and I have a bittersweet love affair with the hope that someday I will stop reminding myself to tell her about things.
Someday, I'll let her go... But even as deep as it cuts, I really love having her so close right now.