I miss my mother in May. Well, all the time, but she died near Mother's Day and her birthday was near Memorial Day.
I suppose if one lives to 100 every day is a remembrance.
Hello loneliness
Here I am again
give me a hug
it's been a while
I've been so happy
I feel so loved
he has to go on a trip
to care for family
meanwhile
I am so sick
my heart hurts most of the time
it is tiring
it is tiresome
I may get better
or not
hello loneliness
hello illness
hello fraility
hello death
pull up a chair
and I'll make tea
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I wrote this in early April when I thought I might not survive this round. I would see my mom. But....I still hope to see grandchildren. In spite of horror and gossip and damage and assumptions and meanness and... Loss.