twinges

I haven't been mentioning it because I mean, really, how many times can you retell the same story over and over again but really, it got to such a thing yesterday and this morning on the walk into work that I couldn't help not mentioning it: I'm missing my Mom pretty significantly. It's to be expected, of course, but the twinges that make me draw up short and gasp for breath and then think I'm going to have to scream just to get it out come at such weird, unrelated times. Of course being who I am, I don't scream, but I do put my hand to my chest (the undisputed universal sign for having a heart attack) and quietly recite my own personal litany, "Oh...oh my...oh my goodness" which isn't very hardcore, I know, but sometimes it's the subtle that counts. It's enough for me to recognize myself and what's happening. Then the day moves on and I go find one of the bajillion pictures I have hidden away of her just to see her one more time. Wish You Were Here.