One month ago today, the world changed for my sisters and me, when Mop died. The word “orphan” seems silly to apply to a 60-something grown -up, but it feels so real. The last person in the world who loved and accepted us unconditionally is gone. Sometimes, it feels like just too much to bear.
In this past month, I’ve been surprised to see that life goes on. As it should. But in the midst of joy and fun, a little current of despair comes over me. It doesn’t seem like this could be real. I’d give anything for just one more rainy day of Hallmark movie-watching with Mop.