This past weekend started a year of vivid memories for me. On Sunday it was a year ago that my family and I drove north to visit my mom in the hospital the day before her surgery. I would end up staying there for two more days while my family came home.
I can't believe it's been a year. A year ago I was sitting with Art in the recovery/ICU waiting room. Today would have been my mom's 20th wedding anniversary to Art. It's so sad to know they are both gone. What a difference a year can make.
I am not really looking forward to Mother's Day since I was up north with my mom for that last year too. It was when she said, remembering that she use to work for a brain surgeron, "I knew people who got this disease and they weren't around 6 to 8 months later."
I am hating being alone right now. My mind reflects too much and it makes me scared, sad and lonely. I am trying to get things straight in my brain, work out my emotions...I need to talk, but no one needs to hear my thoughts nor wants to hear my ramblings. Thank goodness I can write here. I need some control.