Last Tuesday would have been my parents’ 47th wedding anniversary. My mom passed away 5 years ago and I try not to bring it up to my dad who, thank God, is still going strong. Every year I feel sad and lonely when July 6th rolls around, but I suppress my tristesse in my private world.
Ma vie privée is not under lock and key. Repress, suppress, deal. I don’t know. I know that I miss her. I know that if I was granted one wish, my wish would be to see my mother again. To hold her, to kiss her and to tell her that I love her so much and miss her more than anything.
I wish I could say “Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad!”, but I can’t say it out loud so I’ll cope with my pain in the silence of my own mind – though I don’t think it’s very tranquil there either.
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