Sigh

Twice this week, someone has asked me the question, How's your Mom?

The question has been asked by two people I work with, but not on a regular basis and not in the same office as me. It's the hardest question to answer. I feel my face warm, the breath leave my lungs. And I cannot say that she died, I am not able to do so yet. My answer both times has been, We lost her in January.

And when I leave the conversation, I walk away thinking how true the words and how tremendous the loss.