I happened to pass by the place where Mom worked today. I hadn’t seen it since January 2021, a couple of weeks after the accident. It seemed strange to see the building where she worked for so long still standing, almost like I expected it too to be gone like her. My anger with her workplace has dissipated and I’m just sad because now it represents the place where the mom that I knew and grew up with started disappearing, leaving in place a shell of who she used to be.
As much as I miss Mom, I wonder if some of the good things happening in my life right now wouldn’t have started if she was still alive. That sounds terrible to say, but it is something that has been lurking in the back of my mind. Still, I am trying to look forward towards the future, which is promising to be filled with things I had almost given up on. I am grateful for what Mom taught me while she was alive and I’m just as appreciative of what her absence is teaching me as well.