Follow Me
My biggest worry coming back to Virginia from Texas was leaving my mom behind. Not in the physical sense, but in the sense that there were so many signs from her back home. The cardinals, the hummingbirds, the rosaries that I found in every drawer, the seat in her car moving me into her position every time I drove it. Those all felt like little reminders that she was with me. Coming back here, I worried that she wouldn't follow me. I know that's not how it works, but these days my heart and my mind aren't connecting the way they did before August 10th. I know it won't be like this forever, but for right now, reality feels very foggy and very distant. This morning Matt and I went for a walk around the neighborhood where we're staying. It's a nice wooded neighborhood with a few trails. As we were walking I was thinking about my mom. Thinking about taking her flowers and seeing her headstone the next time I'm back home in Texas. As we kept walking and I kept...