One year

Today is the day I must choose different words. To leave “my mother just passed away” behind and embrace “my mother died one year ago.” It is something of a shock. It is sudden. Yet, there it is. A new year.

This is the two of us, when she was the age that I am now.

I don’t know what this day is called, the anniversary of a passing. Today, please keep my family in your thoughts.