Six Years

Six - Sechs

It has been six years since my mom passed. Today, Stephan and I took a morning walk around town. We walked through the local flea market (my mom would have been proud). We did not find anything to buy (my mom would not have been proud).  It is the little moments sitting in a coffee shop on a rainy day on the 6th anniversary and you cry. There are never words to describe those moments. The moments you realize you will never have with someone. It seems that the big moments in life (the Bat Mitzvah she missed, the jobs her input would have been appreciated, the adventures she might (or might not have been) part of - those moments - those you feel and expect.  Because those are the moments - you can't explain, you can't put behind you.