I want to think she's still alive
Sometimes I like to think that my mom didn't really die. Maybe she just went away, and I'll see her again. I like to think that my memory of holding her hand when she passed away is something I fabricated. It didn't really happen. This month it will be one year ago. I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. Nothing makes sense anymore. I feel like she's still here, and I just can't talk to her. I feel her around me sometimes, but I can't touch her. I like to think she's in the air. Like a spirit. She's by my side. Sometimes I think that's ludicrous. She's gone, and will never be back. But that's something I will not accept. I don't know if I will really ever be able to accept that. Instead I think she's gone on a trip. Or hovering above. I don't know if she hears me, but sometimes I think that she feels me.