After two years, everything is planned out month to month and I spread the bills out so the budget stays intact and money can go into savings much more often than it comes out. I review everything each Friday and the weeks keep flying by.
|Source: Thoka Maer|
There are days, fewer and fewer now, when I still find myself surprised by my mother's absence, especially when I am tempted to pick up the phone and call her when there is news to share about one of the kids. This only lasts for a second or so before reality snaps me back. The months we spent in different hospitals and facilities only come back to me when I have to go to the hospital to visit other people. Certain beeps and boops from machines make my skin crawl. I assume that is because those sounds (especially the alarm of the IV when it runs out of something) jarred me awake so many times when I was half asleep in whatever uncomfortable hospital chair I happened to be in.
So, here we are, another month that just happens to mark another year for us moving on - still looking back, but moving on just the same.