Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear
It is November 2014. My mom died almost two years ago. I kind of held my breath thinking that at the one-year mark I would have the strength to “be okay and be ready to move on,” but after two years, I know now that it is truly a much longer journey of healing. You see, she and I had this unique bond. We had a friendship that surpassed a mother/daughter bond. She was my connection to this world. She grounded me in every sense. I talked to her almost every day, or at least felt the need to
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Oct 18th 2019