Today, April 25, is the anniversary of my mom's death. She was the one person that I talked to on an almost daily basis, for an hour or more at a time. When I was a teen, I would never have imagined being that close to her, but we were close. She was my best friend. I thought that by now I would find a new normal. Today, like most days, I still have the urge to call her up just to see what's going on. But, just like yesterday, and the days before, I will need to remind myself that she isn't here.
A few days from now, will be the anniversary of her funeral. It will be the end of the "first year" without her. People say that after you make it through the first year, it gets easier. I'll let you know how it goes.
