A year and a half, mom left us at 65. Today she would have been 67. Hard to believe it's been this long without seeing or hearing her. The pain remains. It's always there, some days less, some days more but always there. I don't know what I will feel today. I know I'm very tired but I will, at some point go to her grave with a silk floral arrangement and later to work. I'm scared to feel today, if that makes sense?
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