Move on. What a phrase. As if we can ever really move on. Mom claimed it was possible, but look at where she ended up. All her lessons on how to let go, how to sever ties, how to cut off your heart, how to package your memories and lock them away. And she returned to die in the arms of a man she’d supposedly let go of over two decades earlier. Even she, the expert at leaving, couldn’t “move on.” How can anyone move on when you carry your past with you? I carry
