I know it sounds terrible to anyone who hasn't gone through it...and don't get me wrong, I love my mom more than ever...but I miss my old mom so much sometimes. Three years later, and I still wish I could talk to her one more time, get some advice from her, just be with her. Or at least be able to think of her looking down on me, a constant presence in all my moments, high or low. But (thank heaven and earth) my mom's not dead...she's just different now. I often wonder where her old self went...it seems to have just disappeared into thin air, and this new self just came to be in place of her...and I can't help but feel guilty for mourning that old mom. I just wish I could find the essence of her and put her in a box so I could hold onto her forever...I guess that's what my memory is for, but why does it feel so inadequate sometimes?
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