It’s unreal that it’s already been two years…

I dreamed about my mother last night; she hugged me and said, "you’ll be okay" (which she often told me).

It’s like another friend told me, grief is fluid.

Sometimes the understanding that I’ll never see her again in this lifetime is overwhelming.

Other times now, I can recall the best memories of my life with her and feel grateful for them.

This is the new normal. 🥺