Going on Four Months

I guess it's true what they say. Time heals all wounds. Well, it at least makes them stop throbbing. It's gotten easier over the past few months of being estranged from you, Mom. One day I woke up and went about my life... and realized the sharp pain was gone. I stopped fixating on the hurt and started functioning again.

I miss you. I still think of you every single day. I was driving today listening to a new CD and thought, "man my mom would love this CD. I should get her a copy..." and then I remembered.

Probably the part that sucks the most if that you still don't care. I wish I had that ability.