The Rising

Sometimes this grief gets the best of me.

I think I’m ok.

And then I realize that I’m not paying attention to anyone.  I’m counting down the hours again.

I’m drifting.

This feeling rises up.

Sometimes I can’t stop it.

Sometimes it’s a memory that brings it.

Sometimes it’s nothing at all.

Sometimes I can’t talk about it.

Because there is nothing to say.

I miss my mom.  I am heartbroken.

Sometimes as quickly as this feeling comes, it goes back down again.

Until the next time.


This post is part of my 31 Day series.  To start from the beginning, click here.