So, it’s been a year, exactly.
A year ago, my mother had died due to complications that arose from her lung cancer. Since then, many things have happened that she would have been proud of, or at least I’d have wanted her around for. I’ve managed to get a job finally, I attempted to start school, I’ve made new friends, and I’ve managed to get out more than ever. There are moments that I could easily say I miss her. We may not have always seen eye to eye, but there aren’t many who can say they could. Despite this, it was obvious we cared for each other.
