ten years

Ten years since that awful Friday the 13th when I didn't make it home in time. Getting the call while I was still on a connecting flight. Some sweet random woman quietly handing me a tissue as I listened to the voicemail from my sister telling me Mom was gone. The rest of the flights and airports a hazy blur that I don't really remember. Trying to keep Dad going, not wanting to lose him too, not this soon. The next days and months just a vague blob of grey.

I miss you, Mom.