Three Months

Time is interesting. It has a way of going by extremely slowly and extremely fast, at the same time. On the 9th of every month...it's just a little bit harder than it already is. Today marks three months since my Mom died. A lot of things have happened. I'm getting ready to move into my own apartment. I'm working. Everyone else is doing there thing. But part of me still expects my Mom to walk in at any moment. Sometimes things happen, and I'm like, "Oh, I have to tell my Mom about this." Except that I can't. It's a journey. It is what it is.