Time will separate you from the minute by minute grief flow...changing it to hourly, daily, weekly and even monthly. Softening the memory until when it smacks you, it makes you smile.
You, too, are going to die. And no doubt be with her, and what stories you will have to tell...
Cry and grieve, there is a reason for it. Soon enough, you will find yourself letting go.
Like when I whipped out my phone to call dad for a technical question about pouring concrete... only to realize that he's been gone these 8 years.
/johnny
I know. I thank god for giving me such a loving mother. I have so many good memories.
But I am still selfish. I want more. I want her kind hugs and comfort. I cant let go yet. Even though I have to.