my friend after all......

It's said that time heals all wounds..
I don't believe that time will ever completely heal my pain,
but it is no longer as sharp as it once was...

I'm beginning to be able to think of my mother again. I've stopped 'changing the subject' in my mind when something makes me think of her. I'm no longer as afraid that if I do think of her, I will crumble. I'm allowing myself to see that no one person grieves the same as another. Humans don't follow a formula because another human put it to paper.

Sometimes I remember the sound of her voice, or the touch of her hand on my face. Thankfully, now, those thoughts give me peace.

I don't want to forget my mother, I just don't want the memories to be painful anymore....

I think maybe time is becoming my friend after all....