Wondering about my Wanderings

Letters to mom

Letters to mom might be a way to take off some the edge of wishing I could have had more time with mom. The tears come and go and are unpredictable. It is hardest to not know when my grandiosity will leave. It is more painful than the depression. I keep slapping myself with all that I could have become. Sometimes it is on me and other times I dream that someone will open a door and show .....I need to remember the person mom was. She let herself be defined as the mother of children, even if she had potential to be much more. She left without regrets. She did the best she could with the person God created her to be. I am guessing this letter day will last at least a few days. After that I will need to wait for an answer back.