A year ago tomorrow we buried Mom. On Monday was the year since her death. It passed with thoughts and a bit of sadness. I thought to myself..."well, that wasn't so bad."
...then I woke up today. My heart is heavy. I miss her more today than I did at the funeral. But it's not the "miss" like talking to her or hearing her voice... it's more about things I didn't do. Regrets I have.
What's done is done. No fixing it. No changing it. No going back.
She's gone.
