My mom had a P.O. box for at least 30 years. I’ve been checking it every so often, but I hadn’t been there since Mom died. It is up for renewal at the end of the month and I decided to cancel it last night online. I cried afterwards, which is weird, I know. It’s just another piece of Mom that I’m letting go of and it’s hard.
I went to pick up the mail this morning, which was also unexpectedly difficult. This post office is in Oak Cliff, the place where I grew up and moved from back in December. I associate Oak Cliff with home and my mom and it’s just hard to be there right now, which is unfortunate because the good Mexican food is down there. I know this feeling will pass and I only feel this way because Mom is gone. I just want things to be normal again, but my normal has changed drastically and I’m still in the early stages of dealing with this unbelievable grief.