A lil New Jersey
This is a sign, or was, in the Newark airport. I don't know if it is there still as I am flying into Philly airport now. I was walking by and turned to catch it, so it is a big blurry mess, but when you are running to catch a plane, you snap and keep running. I grew up in New Jersey but always felt I did not belong in that state. I even asked my mom once if she adopted me from the South, and her response was, "Don't be ridiculous you look just like me." And she is right. I could be her twin. My mom has been gone only a little over two months. The waves of grief come and go, and the tears keep pouring out. My heart is shattered. I know it will take a long time to heal it. I have read three grief books, gotten her words tattooed on my arm (in her writing) and I am on the fourth book. Apparently, reading about grief and tattoos on my arm is how I am dealing with this. Have you lost a loved one? I am guessing you have. I am guessing you have had your own ...