Two weeks have past now since Mom died. The reality of her being gone hasn’t fully set in yet. I keep reaching for my phone to call her but all too quickly realize that I can’t call her. I’m not ready for her to be gone, I’m only 27 years old and not ready to not have a mom any more, I still need her. It just doesn’t seem fair. Some day I’ll stop asking the ‘what if’ and ‘why’ questions but right now I can’t seem to get them out of my mind. Why did God have to take my Mom? What if she hadn’t been on that road? What if…why…what if…why…what if…
Today I kept thinking of what Dad said at the funeral, I cried each time too. I’m paraphrasing as best as I remember. “It was raining the night you died. I thought it was to wash away the tears but soon realized it was the Angels rejoicing in your arrival to heaven”.
For a long time, Wednesdays are going to be my worst day. Wednesdays will mark the number of weeks since Mom’s passing.