I know, Mom, I know.

I can’t believe she’s been gone 10 years now.

It seems like a lifetime, and yet sometimes it hurts like it happened yesterday.

I’m not too sad, considering. I’m just remembering.

I read this letter from Anne Sexton to her daughter: I understand. I may look and (even) be a functioning adult, but really, really, I still need her.

10 years is a lifetime: too many years, too many rememberings, too many times I’ve thought “I know, Mom, I know”.

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