i still think of her every day & in most things I do. coming home from the hospital (joe has acute pancreatitis), i had the fleeting thought that i wanted to stop by mom's before going home... but my home is mom's and i will go home and be alone and feeling her just beyond my fingertips, a hug and a smile just around the corner... of course, i write this remembering, with tears streaming down my face and i need to go blow my nose. when am i going to be ready to write of her? and dad? or anything?
who keeps telling us that journaling or blogging is good for the soul... is good therapy?
i really miss my parents, every day.
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