IT'S ALRIGHT, MA, I'M ONLY SIGHING

Now that I’ve returned to the State where my Mother died, I had hoped to visit her on Mother’s Day. That didn’t happen. It’s not that I didn’t want to “see” her, but I just wasn’t quite ready. Either way, she’s much more close by than before, and I can get a twenty minute ride to visit her when I am ready. It has been almost fifteen years since I last visited; that’s a lot of personal time for me to process. While I was away, I had my routines, encouraged by my therapist: I would often sage, I’d write, I’d try to remember. Being there in person won’t take away from these routines, but it’s special just being this near her, something that I’ve missed.

Everything in time, everything in time.

But time runs out.