Superior

Tomorrow makes it one year since I lost my dear mother, and somehow, a whole year has passed without the world slowing down to acknowledge how much mine changed. I am still processing it. Still hurting. Still coming to terms with an absence that words cannot adequately explain. Some days I’m stronger, other days the grief finds me in ways I cannot describe. I’ve come to understand that healing isn’t necessarily about getting over the loss; sometimes it’s simply learning how to live with a part of your heart missing. I miss her in the quiet moments, in the ordinary things, in the moments I wish I could pick up the phone and hear her voice one more time. There is so much I wish I could tell her, so much I wish she could still be here to witness. One year later, I am still her child, still carrying her love, still trying to make sense of a world without her in it. I don’t know how long this journey of grief will take, but I am learning, slowly, to live through it. I miss you, Mum. More than words will ever be able to hold. ❤️