Today marks two years since my mom passed away. It’s still hard. I cried watching Forrest Gump two few weeks ago.
K has been fantastic, knowing that it was coming up she worked hard to keep me busy and laughing over the past week. Mostly I’ve been too busy at work to think about it. But damn when I do the world comes to a stop and I hear her voice in my head, hear her laugh, and see her smile.
I miss you mom. I love you.
I was thinking about you. Not a fun week for either of us. Seven, here.
I can relate man…my father died unexpected, two years ago. I feel the worst part about getting old falls on our memories, and the lack of them moving forward, when it pertains to the thoughts of our loved ones.
When it comes to my Father, my memories of him are on a constant loop, and I have to be very creative to perceive his reactions, when I come to a fork in life.
Hopefully, they are both in a better place, where they don’t get mana screwed or flooded.
–Phil, podcast fan (Florida)