In Memory of My Mother
I lost my mother to covid-19 in January of 2021. Nothing has felt real since. I can't even remember when the last time was that she had been sick with anything, and then she was gone. We were in the middle of so many things. So many conversations are hanging in the air, mid-sentence. She should still be out there somewhere, laughing with her friends, or going on a new adventure with my dad, exploring yet another natural wonder or goofy tourist-trap hundreds of miles away or a restaurant just around the corner. She should still be watering her flowers and composing her family Christmas cards. She should be just a phone-call away to answer my questions about how to adjust to life without her--who else do you talk about these things with but your mom? My mom deserved so much better than to die early in a hospital, and maybe I'll come back to write something about how devastating her loss has been, but it's taken over a year to be able to write anything about her at all, and w...