Mourning was Broken

21 years ago on this day, my mother passed away. She fought a valent battle, and the cancer finally won..

I was a self-centered son of a bitch back then.

I had a lot of things going on in my life as well.

In retrospect, they didn’t matter all that damn much.

Twenty One Years

Life isn’t linear. It’s not measurable. It doesn’t make any sense at all. Who knows what death does. I certainly don’t. I certainly miss my mom.

But I never took the time to be angry, really sad, disillusioned, or even introspective. I gave a speech at my mother’s wake and it sucked out loud. It was more about me than her and I’m embarrassed about that.

But then again that’s all about me.

I don’t know what to make of a good life is. It is different for everybody. I have no idea. Are we living our best lives or are we treating it as the dress rehearsal but it isn’t.

No Dress Rehearsal

Because remember, this is no dress rehearsal. This is our life.

And I think my mom lived that way she lived an authentic life with no stories to tell or cute interpretations.

She just lived and survived until she didn’t.

If these words don’t make sense is because these words don’t make sense.

That’s that in a nutshell.

I think my mom lived a great life,

I’m sorry I’ve beat her Scrabble so many times.

I’m happy she beat me a few times.

its a good life if we don’t we don’t weaken , but we eventually do.