Ah! It All Makes Sense

I totally believe in biological clocks--not like in the pregnancy sense; although, I guess that figures in too, but I mean the kind that your body knows what time of year it is and stuff like that.

I sat here and read, on the blog of a personal friend, that she's been down lately.  Funny.  So have I.  As I read hers, I got to pondering the whys and wherefores of my blue attitude; it suddenly occurred to me that this is that time of year for me.  Every year, when the clouds start to get chased away by blue sky and a bit of sunshine, I go through a few weeks of sadness.

This is the time of year when my mom died.  It used to start February 1st and go through the end of March--she passed away on March 17th.  Now, it goes from about March 1st through...hmm...I don't know how long it will last.  I'm hoping it'll go away soon.

It also makes sense that about three nights ago, just as we were falling asleep, I whispered to Z, "I miss my mom."  It was very out of the blue, but it was the truth.  Will I ever stop missing her?