Eight days.
That's how long it has been since my mom died.
Sometimes it feels like eight seconds. or eight minutes. or eight hours.
Sometimes it feels like it didn't really happen.
As if I'm watching a blurry movie of someone else.
I move in slow motion as my thoughts race like an out of control freight train that is bound to go off the tracks.
Crashing and bursting into fiery, raging flames.
I miss her.
The emptiness in my heart is crushing.
That's how long it has been since my mom died.
Sometimes it feels like eight seconds. or eight minutes. or eight hours.
Sometimes it feels like it didn't really happen.
As if I'm watching a blurry movie of someone else.
I move in slow motion as my thoughts race like an out of control freight train that is bound to go off the tracks.
Crashing and bursting into fiery, raging flames.
I miss her.
The emptiness in my heart is crushing.
3 comments:
I'm so so sorry. It's been two years for me and still barely a day goes by without wishing I could talk to her. We can comfort ourselves that at least we had Moms good enough to mourn.
I am so sorry for your loss. Sending you hugs!
Oh you, I'm so, so very sorry. Sending what I've got your way.
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