It's almost two years now since my mom passed away. As the day is quickly approaching, it gets harder to cope. I suppose memories of the end are the worst. Not understanding why and being powerless to help aren't things that quickly disappear.
The song I posted above is beautiful. It's Alan Jackson- Sissy's Song. That Alan Jackson can sure write a great song. My mom used to like him too, which is a bonus. I will just have to keep listening to this and imagine her saying, "don't worry 'bout me."
Anyone out there in the blogosphere have positive ways of dealing with the 'big sad days' like this? I was thinking it might be nice to get some yellow roses (her favorite) and let the drift out to sea for her. I planned on doing that last year (only with Lake Michigan) but when the day came I barricaded my sad butt in my room alone all day - went out once for food - and on the walk there, I managed to take the above photo for her. Which captured my feelings of the day. The thing is - I want to try and celebrate her life and the good times - instead of dwelling on the grief. But, then again if I don't embrace the grief - how will I ever get it all out?
Oh, life, too bad it doesn't come with an instruction manual.