Today is the 4 year anniversary of when my mom was discovered, in the woods, just 5 minutes from where she disappeared from. Tomorrow is Mothers Day. I hurt. (If you have not read the story, you could read it all starting here.)
I don't post for sympathy, or because I need something–a kind word or prayer. Although each and every one helps, so thanks. I post this because my heart is hurting and I honestly don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes it just comes, like a flood across my eyeballs, the tears well and nothing I can do can make it stop. I can't stop the hurt. I can just get through it. I feel restless. And angry. Ripped off and all at the same time grief stricken for all of those people in my life now who have never met her. Like my beloved.
I have some motherless daughters friends. They are having brunch tomorrow. Maybe I will join them. I don't know.
I am beside myself not quite sure what to say except hello.