On Grief

Grief is such an odd thing. My mom died a few months ago. I’ve struggled with her death quite a bit. For the last several years I was her care giver, driver, going out buddy, etc. I would see her at least daily and sometimes multiple times a day and going from that to her dying in less than a month was … jarring, to say the least.

Last week I ran out of paper towels and a wave of grief I wasn’t expecting hit me. Mom hated to run out of stuff like that so she had things like paper towels, toilet paper, laundry detergent, toothpaste, etc on a monthly order with amazon. It actually got pretty comical and was something we joked about because she had so many of those items. I told her if the world shutdown again she could open a general store and make a ton of extra money! That roll of paper towels was the last that she had ordered early in 2023.

Even though we had our scrapes over the years I’m really happy that she lived close enough to me so we could rebuild our relationship. She constantly told me how proud of me she was and that really meant a lot to hear. I miss her, a lot, and I will miss being able to go into the spare room (aka The General Store) and open another roll of paper towels.