After the Storm

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Mother’s Day is never easy for me. I miss Mom. I don’t go to her graveside on Mother’s Day because I don’t want to be there and run into other family members.  They often “tease” me about my relationship with Mom because we were very close. It don’t handle the tease well.  

They don’t understand my tears. They don’t realize how much time I spent with her. I can’t comprehend that I miss her every single day. There is always a reminder.

Most years I wander up to the cemetery near my home and put flowers on a long forgotten grave and think of Mom.

Mother’s Day was hard. Now perhaps the storm clouds will clear and I will be able to focus on the here and now.