7 months…

On TikTok the other day I saw a video and had to stop and watch it. After I did, I saved it because it spoke to me on so many levels.

The video was the 7 questions you should ask your mother before she…dies. I still have trouble saying, writing, and thinking that word in relation to my mother.

These are the questions:

What is your happiest memory of us ( either you and your mother, or the family as a whole)?What is the nicest thing I have ever done for you?What is the one thing you always want me to remember after you are gone?What was the first year of motherhood like for you?What do you wish most for me?Is there anything in our family that is a secret?What are the best and worst things about getting older?

Here is the saddest part of this entire exercise: I only know the answer to one of these questions. And truthfully? I wish I didn’t.

I can certainly speculate on the rest of them, but I’ll never have a definitive answer, which, for the control freak in me, is just devastating.

7 months…feels like yesterday.