Four years ago today I got a call from my sister to tell me my mom had died. It’s been strange coming to terms with it, grief hasn’t played out like I thought it would. The biggest thing has been a sense of the stupidity of the universe, that someone can just be gone, forever. It really is stupid and outrageous.
I’m fine, it’s just weird. You don’t need to say you’re sorry, or give me any reassurance, and really don’t come at me with religion.