62 Days

That’s how long it’s been since my mom passed. It’s strange—some days it feels like it just happened, other days it feels like a lifetime ago. Honestly, I don’t even know what I feel anymore. I’ve lost count of how many times something happens during the day, and my first instinct is to tell her about it. We had such a great rhythm, an effortless back-and-forth. I miss that. I miss her.

Each day feels a little quieter without her here. But every puffy cloud on a clear day reminds me of her bright, warm smile, and I know exactly what she’d say—Life goes on. And so shall I.