It’s the last day of 5783 and I’m feeling some sort of way. It wasn’t exactly a good day and I ended up crying at one point over something that should have just made me angry. I mean, I was and still am angry, but I’m pissed off that I cried about it.
Tomorrow night will mark the beginning of the fall/winter holidays, a time that I’ve been dreading since Mom died. The holidays were hard enough last year with her in the care home and now she’s gone. I cried last night for her at an unexpected moment and it was everything I could do to not sob. I want to talk to her so badly and it hurts that I can’t.
What do I hope for in 5784? I hope for some kind of peace. That’s all I want.