My mother died 29 years ago today. Well, technically yesterday, really. It's hit me differently each year, and this year is no exception.
I miss her so incredibly much lately. That's not to say I don't miss her in general, but lately, it's more intense. There's so much I don't know, so much I wish I could ask her. I miss her, and I'm not sure how to manage the next few months, the next few years. How can I possibly be a mother without one of my own to turn to for help?
I miss my mother, and I've missed her for the last 29 years. I'm slowly accepting that missing her isn't something that will ever go away. Now it's just a matter of figuring out where to go from here.