Wednesday, August 24, 2011
A New Year
It has been a year since my mom's death. In the Victorian era it would be time to take the black wreath off of the door and stop wearing black clothing. It is time to move on, get on with the stuff of living. They had the right idea.
Now I feel as though I can move on. My regrets are fewer, and my memories are sweeter. I can imagine a life without my mother in it now. I am ready to get on with the stuff of living again. I love my mother, but I know that she is where she wants to be, in heaven with my dad. And I can be happy that she is there now in a way I couldn't be a year ago.
My year of mourning is over.