Does anyone still wear a hat?

I wear so many. I'm a daughter, sister, aunt, mother, grandmother, friend, secretary, babysitter, nurse, psychologist, banker, leader, designer, blue collar, white collar, hard rock disco, Justin Bieber.....so many things to so many people it's as though I am redefining myself as I walk from room to room. It's exhausting, and I feel fractured. Everyone has a piece of me but cherished few have all of me, if there is such a thing as all of me that is. 

6 months

Yesterday was the six month anniversary of my mother's death. The only reason I realized that is because my sisters both posted something on facebook.

I don't really get it, marking the 'mini' anniversaries of someone's passing; no day makes me hurt more (it can't) and no day makes me remember more as I think about her every day.

I'm not knocking it, I'm just not understanding it. Perhaps I'm just making excuses because I didn't realize it, but I have never put the importance on the 'when'.

On December 11 of any year, I will take some time to pay homage and her birthday will hold my heart. Every other day will be a reflection of her life as lived through her family because she was loved.