Thinking about my journey with grief, I guess I’ll be forever changed and affected by it. I know as time moves forward it gets easier to carry, but the simple truth will always be that I will always miss my mother, and when I think or look too closely at that, it will weigh upon me.

Many describe the feeling of grief as though unraveling or coming apart. After the immediate impact of her passing, I had that sense, as I questioned who I am in this world without a mother to turn to. I have re-wound myself as best I could, as people do, though never the same as before.