She would’ve been 75

Today would’ve been my mom’s 75th birthday.

Sometimes she does come up in my thoughts. I try not to dwell in that head space too so much. Maybe she would’ve been proud of me for where I am in life right now. Granted, I’m not ultimately where I’d like to be. I am in a much better place, in part, because I left that environment nine years ago. Things were better, by far, when we were miles apart.

I should feel something. In reality, I feel nothing. It’s probably better that way.