Yesterday, I felt a little extra sad and heavy, like everything around me was painted in gray. It was the first Mother’s Day that I was celebrating without my Mom. I could not even write her a love letter, nor call her up. I look around me and every little thing reminded me of her. The gentle swaying of the branches outside as the winds hit them brought back memories of my childhood spent at our beach house with my mother still around. Jan and I took a walk around our neighborhood, and I tried so hard to shake off the melancholy. I felt the world was a bit unfair because I have so much love to give to my mother, but she’s gone too soon, too young.
It supposedly gets easier with each passing day, but as I write this, I allow myself to wallow in my grief, pain, and sadness. I hope my tears could reach heaven and she’ll be reminded that she’s never forgotten—not yesterday and most certainly not tomorrow.
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