Alright. This is the last day.

The last day that I can say, "A year ago, I had a Mom."

The last day that I can remember that last year at this time, I was trying to help my Mom die.

The last day.

Kind of ironic that it's on Good Friday...this Good Friday is definitely feeling somber in my neck of the woods. But I guess it's also a pretty potent reminder to have hope that I'll get to be with my Mom again, even if it's different, and even if it's not the way I want it to be.

This has definitely been the least sweet, the least gentle, the least kind year of my life.

Slowly climbing out may be the worst part.

EW.

This always makes me think of her, though, and it's very beautiful. Just because things make you ugly cry and get boogers all over your face and just because sometimes you hear snippets of the beautiful things without any warning while you're at work so all of that happens in front of others and you have to pretend to have a coughing fit and then run to the bathroom to be presentable and also avoid getting drippy goodness all over your paperwork....just because of all of that, it doesn't mean you shouldn't put the beautiful things on your blog so you can listen to it anytime you feel like repeating said performance, no matter where you might be.

Ugh. Purcell, you're killing me.