A year gone.
Itās now been over a year since my mother, and friend Claudio passed away. Both memories Iād rather not have to re-live, but here we are.
What is it about anniversaries and the effect they have on our emotions? Happy anniversaries that make us swoon, and the horrible ones that burn dates into our minds and leaves a sour taste in our mouths. Why are we so attached to them? Is it a way to remember, or something less sentimental and more primal?
Youāll be glad to know that on my motherās death anniversary I had a good day. I decided not to fly home and spend it with my family, but rather keep myself busy with friends and positivity. Making a special trip, flying across the country for such an event doesnāt leave much room to be feeling okay. Thatās why I didnāt go.
But even now I miss them. I miss both Mum and Claudio beyond belief. Theyād be very proud of how Iām doing though. Fuck, Iām proud with how Iām doing! Iām an awfully well put-together emotionally unstable mess, but Iām doing great. Thatās all anyone needs to know.
