Yesterday, August 25, was the first jahrzeit for my mom--the first anniversary of her death. It's hard to believe it's been a year. We spent much of the day traveling home from Long Lake, where we put her ashes in the lake (my dad, sister, and brother were there, as well as Mike and the kids).
It's a little ironic, since one year ago today we also spent about four hours on the road, hurtling to my parents' house from my inlaws in North Carolina. Actually, a year ago today we went from Richmond to my parents'--we'd spent the night on the way. I spent that four hours willing my mother to stay alive until I got there, and got there as fast as I could--doing 85 mph the whole way.
What I didn't know, what my sister hadn't told me that morning on the phone, was that she died earlier in the morning, before I talked to my sister, and that whole time I was trying to send psychic messages to my mom, she was already dead.
It's been a rough year. I said at her memorial that I already missed her desperately, and I still do.
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Posted by: Elwyn Amaya | 06/14/2010 at 01:04 PM