Do I even know you anymore?
Yesterday mainly began the same as every other day before. Either the moment I wake up or shortly after that when I have to be somewhere, I do one thing; check for daily memories. This action has always been a part of my day courtesy of social media; however, lately, it is a lifeline for feeling connected to my son. The difference for that particular day was no new reminders to pop up. The day revolved around the musings of a stay-at-home mom or forgone nuances of life. I hate those days. I find myself in the still moments scrolling through my Google Photos for the nearest inkling of something to fill the void. Nothing fully fills the gap, BUT these are the pieces of my survival for now. Two hours later, while recording a video message for a friend, I verbally shared my disdain for the days with no automatic memory. It was a fact stated from my heart but not dwelled on nor impassioned, just a sentence in the paragraph. 4 minutes ticked by when the notification of a text popped in. It w...