It’s been a long time since I wrote to you, and I’m sorry for that.
Your cremains were buried yesterday. Finally. It was partly because I couldn’t face it for a while. Then it was because Dad wasn’t ready and had a hard time picking out a headstone. Then it took a while to have the headstone made & placed and Dad wanted to wait until it was ready.
I know you know that, really I know you know everything I’m going to tell you, but I still want to tell you. I miss telling you things that are going on in my life.
Mother’s Day was torture. Actually the day of wasn’t that bad in comparison to the week leading up to it – that was hell. I couldn’t get away from ads showing how important Moms are to everyone. As if I needed the reminder.
And then there was my birthday. Another fresh hell.
I miss you so much that sometimes I can’t function.