A year gone.
It’s now been over a year since my mother, and friend Claudio passed away. Both memories I’d 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?
You’ll be glad to know that on my mother’s 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 doesn’t leave much room to be feeling okay. That’s why I didn’t go.
But even now I miss them. I miss both Mum and Claudio beyond belief. They’d be very proud of how I’m doing though. Fuck, I’m proud with how I’m doing! I’m an awfully well put-together emotionally unstable mess, but I’m doing great. That’s all anyone needs to know.
