I've been formulating posts in my head for days. Some are funny. Some are venting. Some are crazy. Some are sad. Some are all of those things, but I'm too tired to post.
Tonight I'm just writing, writing because it feels good to get some things off my chest. Today I was taking Aubrey to VBS and as I was waiting at the stoplight I saw the Klein Funeral Home hearse drive by. The man driving the hearse was the same one who I watched from the porch of my parents home drive off with my Mom on May 30, 2007. I didn't cry that day. I knew she was going to die. I was numb to it. Today was different. I wasn't expecting to see the hearse and the tears I should have cried three years ago all came out today.
I cried.
I needed to.
It felt good.
I'm still sad some days.
Most days I remember her with joy and happiness.
She was a good Mom.
She is a good Mom.
I still miss her.
Grief is sneaky. It comes out of nowhere, even three years later, when you think you're all cried out, there are still tears.
