Yvonne Walker, My Mom

When I think that it’s been a little over four years since my mom died, it seems impossible. Impossible that it happened, impossible that it’s been so long, impossible how the time has flown.

Yes, it’s a cliche, but all those cliches you hear about missing your mom are true: You catch yourself about to dial her up because of something you just heard, you swear you see her in public, you have dreams in which she’s still alive but living on borrowed time.


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