memory, makings, and walking in love: a request

[qe2]

Two weeks ago tomorrow, standing in a rural Virginia courthouse in blue pinstripes and the staid black pumps that pass for my court heels these days, I lost the thread of my argument in the thicket of a sudden thought: "My mother died five years ago today

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[malnpudl]

Doneski. Just wish it could be more.

[china_shop]

*hugs and hugs*

[chomiji]

*hugs*

[red_queen]

More hugs. It's been 13.5 years for me since Mom died, and it still hurts sometimes. One gets used to it, but not *over* it. And that's okay.