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  • Two Years Without Mom

    Dear Mom,

    In the blink of an eye, it’s been 2 years since you passed away. I miss you, so, so much.

    I still get surprised by the grief sometimes; it catches me off guard, like a random rain cloud on an otherwise sunny day. But as April and May approached, it felt more like the storm on the horizon: no matter how bright the day, I could sense the approaching darkness.

    And so we are here – two years later, with another year of celebrations and loss and laughter and hugs and tears. You missed your 57th birthday, your 35th wedding anniversary, and so much more.

  • A Year Without Mom

    Dear Mom,

    Today, the tulips in Wisconsin are in full bloom, and it’s been a year since you passed away. The beauty of spring is tempered, like so many things, by your absence.

    I never understood what ‘profound’ meant until faced with the grief of losing you. It looms large, larger than I comprehend, and sometimes it seems like the vast, empty plain of loss will stretch out forever.

    There are so many things I wish you were here for – so many things you’ve already missed. New friends, a new house, new hobbies, hundreds of joyful moments. Babies and weddings and engagements. You’ve missed other moments of sorrow, too, of course, as sorrow comes knocking on everyone’s door, a shared experience among us all.