It's almost 50 years since my mother died. I was a young child and have only a few memories. My father never spoke about her. He got rid of almost every photo of her. My stepmother wouldn't let us talk about her. There's no memorial to her either. I've managed to find out where her ashes were scattered and I'm going to visit on the anniversary. I just feel so lost in all of this. I keep feeling like that little girl again. But I'm so scared that if I let myself the feel the full extent of my grief then I will literally fall apart.
I'm not looking for pity. I just needed to write this all down.