Watching The Body didn’t hurt or help.
So I’m reading crime and punishment and watching murder she wrote. Those are helping. Their lengths are just comforting.
There is a line from Les Mis that keeps playing in my head. It is very accurate.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
I keep looking at my hands though. I look like my mom but sometimes I don’t see it. My hands however….I’ve always noticed how much our hands were alike. I hold one hand in another. My mom is still here inside me. In spirit. It’s okay. It’s not okay but it’s okay.
