One Year

Mom has been gone a year today. It went a damned lot quicker than the first without Dad.

You figure you love each parent roughly equally, right? But the grief is different. I don't know why.

Maybe because she went so fast and so suddenly, I'm still shocked even after this much time. 

I haven't lost it over Mom yet. That bothers me. I remember a day in Hessel where I came completely unglued thinking about Dad being gone. Every 'first' without him I was on edge. With Mom, it was more like being in constant disbelief. I'm still stunned.

Life is nothing if not ironic, eh? I dreamed for several years of being on the road all the time with me Pops for work as he would grow into his eighties. I ended up spending more time on the road with Mom, on Sundays but other days, as it were. I actually smile at that thought. Perhaps I needed to appreciate her more. Mysterious ways.

Or not so mysterious. I love you, Mom. Be at peace.