It is this feeling that I can't rationalize, I can't negotiate. Never ever does it ebb. When I think it has, something totally random brings memories flooding back. A stupid grey car like the one we had. Scrambled eggs like the ones you used to make. Memories so little and not really vivid but the pain, never once dulling.
I miss you, Mom. I wish I had known you more, I wish I had known you longer.
Submitted to 3 WW : Ebb, Random, Negotiate