today is the first year anniversary of my mom’s death.
it doesn’t feel like it’s been a whole year. i miss her.
i had a dream the other night that she was in. she had been gone, on this long vacation. i was hugging her and telling her that i missed her. and i had an ice cream cone. she was trying to eat the tip off of it. we laughed. then i woke up.
and i just couldn’t understand why i had not yet told her about megan being pregnant. as i was thinking about it, i recalled when i told my dad. i was picturing it in my head. why didn’t i talk to my mom that night? she wasn’t there. my dad lives alone.
March 27, 2001 No Comments