three months

Today marks three months since my mom’s death. Three months. Hard to believe. I spent a lot of time at the cemetery last week. Just sitting and thinking. I still think of her every day. I still miss her every day. I still cry every day.

I bought the cemetery plot next to her. I now have my final resting place in this world. It is kind of strange to know that no matter what happens in this life and where I go and what I do I know exactly where I will end up at some point.

I am so tired but I don’t want to go to bed. Tomorrow is my birthday. I turn 31 tomorrow. When I wake up I will have my first birthday without my mom. The past 30 birthdays were spent with her in some capacity. I think I will get a cake and go out to the cemetery.

Three months and it is not getting easier yet. I am starting to doubt it ever will.