It came, and it went! A knee jerk, but no down-and-out depression or ungrateful moments! I did not celebrate, but I was okay with my mother's dying thirty (30) (November 29, 1993, and buried December 6, 1993 in Screven, Georgia) years ago.
I miss her and wonder how she would have handled this world that we are currently living in, but there is no weeping and gnashing of teeth. No knock-out punch, just a steady ebb and flow of life.
Rest well, Florence H. B. Williams. You certainly earned it. LOL
I am stronger and better for having arrived at this moment in my life. Now, I can move forward again with a purpose.
Giving praise and thanks for the healing of my mind.
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