One year ago today my mom died. Thus the weirdness of the day. I don't even know what I feel. Still kind of numb I guess.
The thing I think in regard to my mom is usually this: Wow, it's been ______ months since I've talked to her.
And I never went more than 2 or 3 weeks without talking to Mom. And now that a year has passed it will get harder and harder to quantify that time in terms of months; the time will get rounded up to the nearest year instead. In other words, I will not one day think, Wow, it's been 4 years and 5 months since I've talked to Mom. I will automatically round to "over 4 years" or "almost 5 years". And that's sad.
One other interesting note: last year we noticed how every rose was in full bloom in the week after Mom died. So the blooming roses will always catch my eye and remind me of Mom from here on out.