Today I don’t care that there are dishes in sink, clothes on the floor, or dog hair on my pants.
Today I don’t care that you smiled at me. Your smile made me sad.
Today I don’t care that you had to leave a message on my phone and I never called you back.
Today I don’t care about much of anything. Today my heart is broken. Today the loss of my Mom is overwhelming.
But I move forward anyway. One foot in front of the other because I can see how grief could paralyze me if I let it. I can see how I could get stuck in this dark place full of sadness and tears. But, while I could actually stay in this place of sadness, I actively choose to move through this grief one step at a time.
I choose to move forward because I am needed, I am loved, and the people surrounding me care about me.
But most importantly, I choose to move forward because that is what my Mom would have wanted me to do. Wanted all of us to do.