Flashes of my mom come up now and then. I don’t want to forget her, you know? It’s kind of like the ocean taking the tide out to sea. You can try to fight it, but it’s still going to happen. When I feel that wave of grief, I let it wash over me. I welcome it, because it used to be a tsunami. Now it’s a forceful tug. One day it’ll be nothing more than a splash on my feet, and that’ll be the day she’s really gone.”
Oof 🥺
