the last visible dog (intertext) wrote,
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Remembering

On this day last year, my mother died.

I've been circling my feelings all the past week leading up to this day, intermittently grumpy and teary, trying not to, but also in some way having to, relive some of the moments of the week last year leading up to this day this time last year.

Grief is such a long, inescapable, complicated process. If I've learned anything in this past year, it's been to give in to it, to be kind to myself and my feelings. In some way, I feel less bad today than I thought I would, more of a sense of looking forward than looking back, of a milestone passed and a load lightened. I feel a little vulnerable, unsure of my composure, though. I'll have to walk lightly through the day.
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