Missing Her

When death shrouds Mother’s Day

“Just like a puzzle with a missing piece, without her my family is incomplete.” {Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash}

I thought I’d be better at this by now — missing her. Some years it’s not as bad. Other years it feels unbearable. Time has helped, but time also hurts. The loss grows less foreign each year. But each year also carries me further away from her.

When my mother died, I thought the world would surely cease — or at least it would stop mattering to me. But it’s been…