Post-Christmas Post
Sitting here drinking my cup o' joe and enjoying the view of the low hanging clouds as they cover the tips of the nearby hills makes me think about this past year and all it brought to our lives. Most of the year I feel I walked around, just as these hills are now, covered in clouds. Some things very clear, other memories blurred in a veil of sadness. Every were I looked, drove to or visited had memories of my mom. Weird, I never even went to some of the places with her but still, the tears flow, somehow being there made me think of her. I think of her last few months with us and know that we spent time together and that was good, but I still feel this emptiness that something was missing. What was it? What am I looking for? I guess it's just I miss her and so I think, was it enough? The time we spent, the places we visited, the memories? What is enough, is it ever enough? Who defines enough? I guess I don't really want an ...