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I was hit by a wave of grief for the first time in a while today, and the weather was very polite in reflecting my mood as it was grey and rainy on my daily walk. I told the wind and rain about everything I was feeling, and let myself feel the anger I had been afraid of. I think it's important to share your emotions so that they aren't stuck inside. If you're not ready to open up to other people, tell the wind and the rain. They'll always listen.
Looking through old photo albums, feels like reading the life’s story of a familiar stranger.
Someone who once was my person of comfort— memories lost and disconnected in the back of my mind.
If she stood here before me I don’t know if tears would flood my eyes, if I would run for a hug, or if I would feel anything at all.
I don’t remember much about her character— I don’t remember her mannerisms, her fears, or really anything personal about her. All that I have left of her is her favorite flower and her favorite songs.
And I’m sure we would’ve been best friends, but I lost her too soon.
I miss my mom.
What is missed is the lifetime of growing old with her that was taken from me. And I will never have that back.
I will never have my mom.