Anniversary

This year is easier than last year...and last year was easier than the year before....and I hate that. Because that means I am getting used to you being gone.  That means that time is mending my broken heart.  I haven't heard your voice in four years.  There are so many unfinished conversations, so many cups of coffee we won't get to share. My mom has been gone 4 years Wednesday.  While I may function, I know exactly  how long it's been. Four years have flown by.  Four years, 12 seasons, 1461 days, 2,102,400 minutes.

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights and cups of coffee...how do I measure a year?  

Sleepwell, Mommie. 

MzNewy