Hard to believe it’s that time of year, again.
4,015 Days; 96,360 Hours; 5,781,600 minutes.
11 Years have gone by, and it still feels like yesterday. Besides the fact I’ve forgotten what your voice sounds like, but at the same time I haven’t. Besides the fact that you have grandchildren now. I’ve grown up, and it wasn’t yesterday. It was 11 years ago.
They say time heals all wounds but for me it hasn’t. I think the scars fade for awhile sometimes but they always flare back up. I miss you every single day Mom. EVERY SINGLE DAY. For the past 11 years. ELEVEN YEARS, I keep saying it over and over hoping maybe this is truly just a really LONG dream. I know it’s not, but it’s always nice to dream, huh? Loosing a parent is hard, always. But loosing a parent to suicide, there’s always questions you’ll never stop asking. But out of all the questions I have, I know that suicide NEVER would’ve been my answer.
I know you’re in a better place, but at the end of the day I need you the more older I get than I did 11 years ago. I need you so much now, and you aren’t here. I love you Mom. Always.
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