Yesterday was the anniversary of my Mother's death. It's been 11 years without her and it still feels as if it was just yesterday. It was on a Thursday that she left this "unhappy planet" and I found out that every 11 calendar years, you end up with the same day for date. They say that time heals but it really doesn't. It only makes it bearable. I have a hole in my heart that will never close.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I dream about her from time to time and it only makes me sad when I wake up. The dreams vary, sometimes we are hanging out like we used to, other times I'm confused in my dream telling her that I thought she died, and the ones, that really get to me - when I wake up, are the ones where I'm angry at her; I'm mad at her for leaving, she's not dead, it's more like she ran away. At least in my dreams I get to hug her and talk to her and I look forward to going to sleep in hopes that I will dream of my Mom.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I dream about her from time to time and it only makes me sad when I wake up. The dreams vary, sometimes we are hanging out like we used to, other times I'm confused in my dream telling her that I thought she died, and the ones, that really get to me - when I wake up, are the ones where I'm angry at her; I'm mad at her for leaving, she's not dead, it's more like she ran away. At least in my dreams I get to hug her and talk to her and I look forward to going to sleep in hopes that I will dream of my Mom.
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