grieving

My loving mother.

I guess it’s true that grief comes in many forms, at any time, anywhere. It’s been months since the passing of my mom and yet I still feel the emptiness every time. I still couldn’t bring myself unlocking her phone and ended up crying reading our past conversations. I still cry from time to time, realizing that my mom is really not here with me. The what-ifs and could have been are too harsh and I keep sobbing knowing that no one will comfort me better than my mom did. Even when writing this, my eyes are welled up with tears once again.

My journey to accepting has been a roller coaster. Even after months, I haven’t gotten into the acceptance phase. I’m still severely grieving.