100 days

Dad & Mum niche

The storm lasted till last night ... a good 36 hours. Reports of damage and chaos in many parts of the country. It's still drizzling though, and the sky is overcast.

Today is the 100th day mum died. Mass was celebrated in the parish with all the family attending. I miss her very much. I can't call her every day and ask what she's eating, if it's raining or did she go to church. It's that 20 minutes every day I used to call her that now is empty with nothing to do ... just memories. The house will be sold; and all my childhood and teenage memories living there will also be gone. It might have been easier if I were younger ... but I'm old and sick. Changes, especially uprooting, is very painful. 

The storm continues to brew, deep inside.