..Other than making goofy faces at my cat.
I’m just going to flat out say this- The 2nd anniversary of my mom’s death is Tuesday and I’ve been trying to write something beautiful but can’t.
I’m totally stumped. Of all the moments where I should have something to say, I have nothing. I wan’t it to be epic and poetic, something worth the past two years of crazy. Am I making too much of this? (I ask myself that a lot.) Probably.
In fact, I am certain of it. It’s not like she’s around to see the fail that is the 4 or so word docs about her.
But what do you want me to say about you, Mom? You were lucid and colorful. You were kind and rambunctious. I miss you every day and I hate that you chose not to treat your cancer because you didn’t make it long enough to really have a reason to be proud of me. Look at all you could have been around for. Look at all you could have seen.