My Mother
by Kelli
Day 17. I am crying again. It seems I cannot go anywhere (even Target!) without something reminding me of her. Each time, it hits me like it is the first time I am hearing she has passed. It's not in my immediate thinking. I still think "I need to tell Mom about that when she calls" or "Maybe this weekend we can go visit her". I am 38 years old and feel like I am ten. I miss her so very deeply. And I don't know how to go on.