Woke up this morning to see a couple of tiny flakes descending from the white sky. Thankfully that was the end of that. Last year had enough snow in it to last me for a while. After it snowing for Mom’s funeral, I just can’t look at snow in the same way. It makes me sad. It is freezing cold and reminds me of days I would rather not remember. Still the excitement of it all seems to please others so be it.
It does make me stop to realize how different my life is than this time last year. Makes me grateful for the positive changes even if I do miss my Mom. I don’t miss having to make the drive each week, remember all the medication times and all the other stuff that went along with that hard time. I would do it again in a heartbeat to have her back, but I much prefer working on building my life here as opposed to the sad times of ending a life.
I’m ready for Spring. In so many ways.