Seven Already?

I haven't seen my mom in seven years. Seven years and one week. But who's counting. I don't actually count the weeks, but I just happen to know.

I also know it's getting easier because it was only just today that I realized July 19th was coming up. That's huge progress. It used to be, "Hi, my name is Karin and my mother is dead." A big black line separating life as I had known it, from living hell. Five years ago I was actually required to go to a company picnic on July 19th and have fun, damn it. It was agony. So, for her death date to kind of sneak up on me like that; it's a big deal. A good sign.

This is the last picture of her. Everyone was gathered at her house for a party--having fun. She died about 12 hours later. Then everyone gathered there again the next day--ever so much less fun. She lived 60 years, 4 months and 15 days. But who's counting.

I miss you, Ma. I love you so much.