It’s been 81 days

Since I lost my mother.  I didn’t think I would have to say those words, let alone type them for at least another 20 to 30 years.  I never expected my mother to live to be 100 but I certainly never expected her to die at 60.  So young and so unexpected.  The center of my whole universe stolen from me.  81 days of tears and sadness and depression.  81 days of trying to figure out what my life now means.  81 days of waking up, going to work – trying to be the same person I was when she was alive.  81 days alone.

“If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels, and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it.”

Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning