Today marks three years since we unexpectedly lost Mom. And even after three years, the pain of that loss is still so raw. There’s a void that I feel like I’ll never be able to fill entirely. I still dream about her, but it’s usually dreams that involve someone or something preventing us from seeing each other. Like even my subconscious knows that she’s just out of reach.
On Monday, February 8th, 2016, I woke up lacking the usual spring in my step. I’d just started a new job teaching Science and Physical Education at Rideau High School, and my classes were extremely challenging. To top it all off, I’d never taught Science before so I’d spent the entire weekend cramming as much information into my head as possible, and fretting, and hoping I wouldn’t show any signs of weakness. But teenagers can always smell fear. Somehow, by some miracle, I made it through the day.