For the past 34 years I've had the same ritual. At around 9:30 pm I sit quietly for a moment and remember my mom. She was 56 when she died ... the age I am now.
Looking at the unfinished graphic above, I wonder how my life might have been different had she lived. Would I be living in DC, or would I have stayed in Indiana? What career path would I have followed? How would my life be different?
I'll never know.
What I do know is that she was my best friend, and I still miss her dearly.
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