My dad felt them, too.
He felt sadder than usual for 27 days.
We traded stories about my mom; stories we used to hate that we now cant live without.
Entries that started out with sadness about her Stage IV breast cancer diagnosis.
Entries that started out angry and turned peaceful, entries that started out peaceful and then turned to anger.
We made it a point that day to do something fun.
We went shopping, blowing money we didnt have on clothes we didnt need.
We ate favorite foods, and watched movies.
But, one year after her death, you make an agreement with the world.
You make this pact.
You decide for yourself that you want to approach the way you thought about her death differently.
I think about her losing the ability to see, to drive, to walk.
I think about her losing her independence a very trait my mom couldnt live without.
My mom will still be around for my wedding and for when I become a mother of my own.
Shell still parent me and guide me because her words, her teachings live on through me.
And those same words and lessons will live on through my children and so on and so on.
There is a difference between being sad that shes not here and sad because you miss her.
One year after your mother dies, youll want to start breathing again.
