Six Years Ago

It has been six years since the passing of my mother. Six years ago I was grieving and relieved that she was no longer in pain. Six years ago I was consoling my father, as he was devastated at the loss of his life partner. Six years ago, I was with a different partner and a different job. Six years ago, I smoked. Six years ago, I weighed fifteen pounds more. Six years ago I had one cat.

Today, I remembered my mother and how she has affected me inside and out. Today, I miss her and wish she were alive. Today, I received an email from my father reminding me of the importance of today, and smile because he found happiness again, a lucky man he is. Today, I am thankful to have found a new partner who lets me be who I am and understands my stress, as I understand his. Today, I have a different job where I can regal in new accomplishments and appreciate the awards won. Today, I can celebrate over three years of not smoking, without cheating once. Today, I weigh less and feel better overall with my health. Today, I have one cat, but a different cat, the cat my mother owned.

Although people see me everyday and say that I haven't changed, and I myself feel I haven't changed, I have. I am much stronger than six years ago. I recognize my mother in every thing I do, every friendship I make, every time I look in the mirror.


Today, I remember my mother.