Missing you
Such a weekend this was. We celebrated Warren’s one year of sobriety, and how proud of him you would have been. We all attended en masse, Lisa, Devon, Bill, and even Dad. Warren stood and spoke in front of a very large crowd, something I never thought I would see. He looked grown up and confident, mature and sure of his future. I only wish you could have been alive to see this day; to know that your son is finally becoming a man. He has a long way to go yet, as we all do in our life’s journey, but I think this time his healing has become a part of him.
Our family dynamic is different now without you in it. One that you would never have approved of, but is right for us now. We’ve sort of come full circle this family, and while once your were at it’s core, we’ve begun to adjust and flex and bend in ways we never good have imagined. I love you and miss you, momma. I still feel such a gaping hole where you had been. I know you are in a place where this life no longer matters, but your passing is still so very difficult for us all. Lisa and I agree that it’s easier to face our days by pretending, by denial, if only for awhile. We know that you’re gone, but choose to not think about it. Eventually I pray that this ache will subside. Until it does, I know that God will give me, us, the comfort we need to get through. I miss you, Mom. And I still love you so much.
