Eight years ago Ma was in the hospital. I hugged her neck and told her I loved her. Had I known that that would be the last time I would ever be able to talk to her, I would have stayed longer and hugged harder. Holidays are especially hard and I busy myself as much as possible to keep from remembering that she is no longer here, that Dad is no longer here. I hate this day. I hate Jan 13th. I am sure I will eventually hate Oct 1st just as much.
Just a ramble.
Just a thought.
Just a heartache.
Categories: Personal History / My Own Words