grief is a dick punch

My mom’s been gone ten years this week. I have more feels about this than I’d like. It’s simpler to just kind of know intrinsically that she’s dead and not really think about it. Because when I do think about it, I mostly feel anger. Ten years later and I’m still so fucking angry! I’m angry she was sick and kept the secret. I’m angry at her for choosing to die. Seventeen days between finding out…