13 years
I had breakfast with my mum this morning. My eyes met hers and I finally saw what everyone else sees; our eyes really are the same. A simple moment. Simple. Except for the fact that she died 13 years ago. 13 years today. I sat in bed, a wooden tray on my lap, and on it was a cup of coffee, a smoothie, a candle and a photo of her. A breakfast memorial. I felt numb. I always do. But I know that someday soon, when I least expect it, the tears will flow and I'll grieve. The grief, there is [...]