The Six Month Mark.

A few weeks ago I realized my mother died six months ago. It feels like it happened just last week and also a lifetime ago. So much has happened since January that I can’t even wrap my mind around it still being the same year. Time just keeps going at a relentless pace and doesn’t slow down for anything. But, as Tana French wrote “time works so hard for us if only we can let it.” I am so appreciative of the very slight haze this six months has given me, the easing of the shock and the gentle glossing over of my rawest feelings.