Yesterday, we celebrated Mother’s Day the same way that we’ve celebrated it every year since my mother’s death; we went to the cemetery. I don’t like going to the cemetery, but my father does. He talks to my mother’s grave as if she’s really there, listening to him. I can’t do that. Even though I know that my mother’s body is buried there, I just don’t like the idea of talking to a bunch of […]
Before you start thinking that I’m some sort of psycho who has a split personality or something, I think that you should know that the bad memories haven’t suddenly disappeared. They’re all still there, swirling around in my head. Where else would they be? After all, they’re a part of me. I just have to make sure that I don’t let myself become obsessed with them again. That’s all. Not that it isn’t hard sometimes. […]
