Its not so much that I grieve (her) anymore but that I am shocked at how much it still hurts at random.
This February 18 will be the 9th anniversary of her death.
I am not consumed by grief but still get overwhelmed at times at the feelings and hurts that pop up.
The way they call mom because something fell, the way they look at me as I see her photo frame smashed, the way they say sorry as I quietly carry the remnants upstairs.. again, the rage mixed with pain, I hide as I struggle to control and deal with something I don’t know how to.I had this photo blown up Feb.25.2012 Steve thought it was too big and couldn’t look at it, so I had to put it in a room he didn’t go in a lot… its where the kids play.
The frame has been broken from it being knocked off the wall 3x in the last year during this pandemic. Why this year, I don’t know. Fine and untouched since made almost 9 years ago.I got the photo this big because I wanted her to be lifesize, I wanted to remember every inch and sometimes I wish I didn’t.
But not in the way it sounds but in that I wish it never happened. That had she lived these moments of pain and reflection wouldn’t happen.
Thank for reading.
Sheri