5 and a half years on...

Five and a half years on, and it still hurts. Someone told me at the time, I wouldn't hurt forever. This memory always brings a smile to my face. How on earth can you not hurt when you lose your mom? Cancer. Acute Neuromuscular Lymphoma. Fatal, of course. I was nine. How do you grieve when you are nine? Memories though, I still have them. A dance, a Crossword, A fall. The beginning of the end. When your legs go. Then your stomach. Then your lungs shut down and you suffocate. It's Hereditary. I am going to die of it as well. Sounds Dramatic eh? Not really. I can be with my mom again. Who wouldn't want that?