Exactly eight years ago today she died. I was at work when I got the phone call. It was expected. She guilted and ate herself into diabetes and an early death. She was only 65. I used to call her Mom, then Mother, and now I call her by her first name. Maybe it’s my way of disconnecting in the hopes I can get through the rest of this writing journey to expel the rest of the pain. I woke up this morning feeling tearful, raw, alone inside my soul, and so I start this journey of being blatantly vulnerable through the fear of mockery and judgment. I wade through this mist splayed open to this journey of vlogging through The Rise.
She Died Today
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