Two days ago marks a month since my mom passed, my concept of time is non existent and it seems my grief is growing day by day. I cry in public a lot, as songs, places, smells, food everything seems to remind me of my mom. But im ok with it, I’m starting to find a comfort in the space that’s suddenly planted roots in my chest as it constantly aches. I’ve begun rereading The Doll people book series, I have so many fond of going on holiday with my mom to Florida and her reading me these books to me before bed as a kid. It’s a small activity, I find great comfort in. My favorite bit is seeing her handwriting on the inside covers that say “property of Wnuk family library” as she always labeled everything and anything.
Posted by RaeW at 2022-07-02 16:52:43 UTC