One thing remains the same

It's been 9 years since my mom passed. Sometimes I feel like I've cried out the sadness for a lifetime, as in, I think I'll be okay the next year. As in, time heals the wounds. As in, I'm done crying, but not necessarily done being sad sometimes.

Yesterday was my mom's birthday.

Yesterday I cried.

I came to the conclusion that it may be inevitable. I also came to the conclusion that it's okay to cry a couple times a year about my mom. And I'm okay with that.