The Bloody Doors Off

I didn’t write a happy mother’s day post to my mum today.

She’s been gone 7 years now, and I always think of her on days like this.

But today I didn’t.

I have other reasons to celebrate this day. But I left her out. It wasn’t intentional, and that makes it worse. At least to me.

I want to say more, but I’m tired. So very fucking tired.

I’m sorry mum. I should’ve been a better son; I could’ve called more, much more. I wasted so many years in my 30s not attending weekend dinners, because it was “too hard” to get to Whitby by GO train. I distanced myself from my family, and why?

And now I can’t get those moments back.

Give me those moments back.