I woke up with tears in my eyes today. No dream. No trigger. Just grief, sitting in my chest before I could even gather my thoughts. I miss my Mama. Some days are just like that. The loss hits fresh, even after all this time. I could be fine for days, weeks even, and today I’m struggling to keep it together. That’s how grief works—it doesn’t follow a schedule, and it definitely doesn’t ask for permission. It’s been two years and as Mother’s Day gets closer, the feelings will probably get louder. I think about her laugh, her hugs, her bossiness. 🤣 She had a way of answering the most…