My Mother's Death A Year Later

~It's been a week since the first anniversary of my mother's death. [Feb 15...she would die right after Valentine's Day] I'm just getting to that now as I've been dealing with the living, as needs must.

I felt it probably 'good form' to address the event, even though I feel next to nothing about her 'death'. We had not spoken for thirteen and half years, so she was effectively dead to me already, not in the hostile “You dead to me!” way, but more like an old movie actor “Gee, I didn't know they were still alive,” kind of way.

So no Pain or Sense of Loss around her death. All that, and there is quite a lot of it, is related to events during her life. But, I'm not really in the mood to expound upon that right now.

Let us just say she was a complex woman and that I both loved and hated her, that she could be wonderful and funny and also an absolute fucking cunt, and leave it at that....