The quickening of a year

I was debating even posting because as I explained to Jeff last night on the ride home, I think I've beat this dead horse to death (ba-dum-bump) but of course, time goes by and today ends up being the one-year anniversary of my Mom's death.

I miss her every day but honestly, while today was starting off OK, I figured I needed to give her a little more attention so I threw myself into all the writings from last year and now I'm all weepy looking at her picture. There is nothing more to be said then that...it's a weepy thing, even still.

But she would have been the last one to get all squishy about it, believe me, so I'm trying to get on with my day and plan for a little stone unveiling at the end of April for friends and family to honor her memory. Of course to really celebrate her memory, we'd all have to stand around drinking that piss-water she called wine from its box and getting high on home-grown weed, but I think we're going to go a bit more casual than all that this go around...at least for the sake of the more delicately-inclined of the family.