Wow. It’s so weird. I was just toodling along, going through the submissions on the film I’m casting, when BAM! Something went wonky. My emotions started flying all over the place and I couldn’t for the life of me understand what would make me so completely fly off the grid.
Ah yes. 11 May 2006 would’ve been my mother’s 73rd birthday. There ya go.
Even though it does, somehow, get less heart-wrenching each year, I guess there are going to be days when it just slices right through my heart that I had to lose my mom when I was 30.
I know, I know! I had her for THIRTY YEARS. Some daughters get nothing close to that with their moms… or if they do, they don’t have the CLOSENESS that we did. Damn, we were so so so so close. She was SUCH my best friend. And my therapist. And my mentor. And my MOM, dammit.
So, now that I GET why I’m suddenly a basketcase, I can get through it and continue on. Because that’s what Charlsie’s only daughter would do, right? Absofuckinglutely!