May 26, 2016: I graduate from high school.
May 26, 2014: my mom passed away from cancer.
I don’t know if this is God’s idea of a cruel joke, but the fact that these two events are happening on the same day is some sort of sick irony. Transitions, moving on, new beginnings, yeah, I’ll try to get behind all the meta-analysises of my life, but on the real I’m not digging this reality.
I remember finding out literally days later that she passed away. She passed away on Monday of that week, and my dad didn’t tell me until Thursday when my finals were over. Here we are, two years later, and it’s finals week.. and I’m also graduating. And my mom isn’t here.
Death is never going to get easier for me, and the fact that it’s a part of literally every fucking event in my life, every transition and change I go through, that really sucks. And it really hurts. I can never describe the pain I feel every day…. that I feel it doesn’t need to be spoken about, because why should it? It happened 2 years ago.
“Well I guess this is growing up.”