pattip2000
New Yorker
Today marks a half way point in my life. It has now been half my life that my mother has been dead. I was 13 when she died and now I’m 26 and today is the anniversary of her death. 13 years without a mother. Being the youngest in my family, I am the first one to reach this point.
Some years this day is harder than others. This year I feel pretty numb, I don’t want to think too hard about it because I know where it will take me, and I don’t want to go there.
Some years this day is harder than others. This year I feel pretty numb, I don’t want to think too hard about it because I know where it will take me, and I don’t want to go there.