November 4 is a dark day for me
I used to love halloween. Now I find its a time where I struggle with memories of the last days I spent with my mom, of the last time I saw her. Of losing her. 6 years later, and the grief is still just as big and just as painful as ever, even if it's not quite as heavy.
For years, I've said I didn't want kids. At first it was that I didn't want them anytime soon. Now we are trying to get pregnant, and I still feel conflicted because it makes my physically sick to think of having children who won't ever meet my mom. I don't want to do it without her, and it feels terribly unfair that I have to.












