Grief Sucks. And Sometimes, So Does Family.

My Mom has been dead for almost three years.

And if you’ve read any of my personal essay-type pieces, you’re probably sick to death (bad pun?) of hearing about my dead mother.

And how I helped her die.

And how her death has impacted my life.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

So, I promise that this little piece will not be about her death — well, not directly, at least.

And not all of it. Promise.

However, inevitably some of this story is about her death because let’s be honest — losing your Mom is a huge, fucking life-changing thing and even though it has been almost three years, I’m clearly still working through some shit — often through my writing here on Medium.

So, please bear with me.

Well…here we are almost three years post-Mom’s-death and looking back, it’s been…hard.