Powerful stuff. Personal and powerful. My mom died of a heart attack when I was less than three months old. No memories but a vacuum where memories should be. Spent the first half of my life pretending it didn’t matter because there are no memories. Spending the second half knowing it matters more because there are no memories.
Congratulations on your sobriety especially when a memory wraps its tendrils around your heart surrounding it with a sadness that cannot be fully described with words. Your story was inspirational and an excellent start to my day. Thank you.