Will once a year do?

Today grief is tricky? My mother’s best friend from my childhood died. It wasn’t really unexpected. But grief is tricky.

Today I miss my mom who is all the way alive. I secretly hope her friend I contacted tells her I still love her. No mother should live thinking their only daughter doesn’t love them. I forgive her too.

I love her but I love staying alive more. Just because it’s complicated and I’m the villain in so many’s stories doesn’t make any part of my sacred life less true.

Grief is complicated.