April 16, 1992

That is the day that my life changed.  I never expected to be woken up that morning by my dad to tell me that my mom had died. 

I had just seen her the night before and I knew she wasn’t feeling well.  She had been having headaches and was told that the cancer had spread to her brain, but she was going to start radiation therapy.  She was going to be fine.  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to lose her when I was 12 years old. 

Every year I mark how many years it’s been on my calendar.  I usually change my facebook profile to the last picture that was taken of our family. 

This year is the 20th year without her and I didn’t even think about the date until today, April 17th.  How did I let the day go by and not even remember?  It hit me like a ton of bricks this morning.  I always remember.  Every year.  Yesterday wasn’t even a busy day.  We actually went straight home after work and school.  Unlike the rest of the days this week. 

I just don’t know how I forgot.

4 thoughts on “April 16, 1992

  1. {{{Hugs}}} Jenn. I can’t even imagine how difficult this must be for you every year. Maybe the fact that you made it through yesterday without it coming to mind is a sign of healing?


  2. Forgetting the day doesn’t mean you forgot your mom. But maybe the date itself is becoming less of a landmark and your overall memory of your mom is taking over the memory of this tragic day.


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