Everything in mom’s house is a trigger now.

I sit and look at the sofa my mom used to sit on, nap on. It sits empty now. Only her cat likes to lay there, the rest of us seem to avoid it as though still saving this seat for mom.

How can this be that she’s not here? that mom isn’t here right there on her sofa like she used to be? It’s just past a year now and it still boggles my mind. As for my heart, a deep sadness has gripped me. A sadness so deep I can’t seem to shake it. This reality is not temporary afterall. It’s real. She’s gone.