One Month
Today is September 9th. It has been exactly one month since my mom died. It feels like someone pushed the fast-forward button at that moment and the days have just tumbled on in one continuous jumbled fog since then. The pain is still physical. I still cry every single day. I still feel like I am in a state of shock and disbelief. I've learned something profound about my heart, however. Even in the midst of literal hurt and being completely broken, my heart is swollen with abundant and intense gratitude. I am truly astounded at the ways my family and I have been blessed, supported, and loved over the past four weeks. Help has come from various sources in numerous forms. Be it spiritual or temporal from angels seen or unseen, I have felt touched and appreciative of it all. In addition to countless other cards, notes, messages, emails, texts, and letters, I received this handwritten personal letter ...