Well, looks like I’ve made it through my first Christmas since Mom died. I’m not sure what Making It Through something actually entails, now that you mention it, but. Here I am on the other side of it, more or less intact. As alive, as sane, as whatever-I-am, as I was before.
I haven’t wanted to write about her, about what happened, about how I feel now, because I can’t seem to articulate it. I haven’t talked about it either. But even though I haven’t put it into words, I’m still thinking about her.