Today marks the six month anniversary of my mother’s death.
She died on Sunday, August 12, 2012.
Not every month is the same length, though, of course. And should I consider “a month” to be “every four Sundays” or simply “the next 12th on the calendar”? It’s the sort of question she would call to ask me, or I would call to ask her. And we’d laugh and we’d both think it was funny that the other person was always bothered by that sort of thing.
I miss the sound of her voice.
No person who ever lives will ever be as happy to receive a phone call from me as my mother was every single time I called her.