Three years ago
It is this date again. I dread and cherish it with the same passion. I don't know how to avoid these feelings anymore. Sometimes, I want to surrender to them. Three years and I still find myself at the same place. The fear, the solitude and dejection spin me in a world of confusion. She left three years ago and I still cannot overcome my inner void. I re-read the poem of "death is nothing at all" over and over and I stop at every word "she is around the corner waiting" and I find myself hoping to get "there" sooner than later.. What if she gets tired of waiting? No one else would wait for me, not even the living. This mom I had was extremely special. It would be hard to explain our relationship in a lousy essay but the contradictions of what it brought to my existence explain it very well. I never had a very close relationship with my mother. She was always busy with her work and my other siblings but she never missed to inspire me through her dedicat