Almost a year's gone by since last I wrote. Many things have changed. Some have stayed the same but seem different from a new perspective. When a loved one grows ill and dies it's like you're caught in a maze and it takes a long long time to get out of it. Sometimes you dont want to get out of it, because you think you'll never get back to the place where they are. Well, there is in fact no way back. If it took me another year to get back to the place where my mom was breathing and smiling and sitting up and being alive, well if that were possible, it would never be the same, anyway.
I cherish the moments I had with her. What a joyous experience to have known her. How lucky I was to have her in my life. Everyday I walk this earth is blessed by her having been in my life.
I am out of the Maze and I am amazed.