I Don’t Know Why (more)
It was Thursday before Memorial Day when Mom died. Even now as I type the actual word “died” I whimper, pause, wince. It is such a final and prominent, gavel-bang of a word.
People ask me all the time when she died, and I know I’m not supposed to respond, “the Thursday before Memorial Day.” I know they are looking for a date or how many years it has been. And I really don’t know.
Maybe it doesn’t register with me how long it’s been or what the date was, because for me all Thursdays before Memorial Day weekend will perpetually be the day that my mom died, and that’s all that counts to me now. It is an eternal difference. That’s all I know.
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