18 years ago my mom & dad unexpectedly died. Same day, wrapped up in each others arms. Grief has lessened over time, but still a mom and dad shaped hole remains. My mom loved us through food & small gestures. Holidays remind me I won’t experience moms love like that again. Some years I crawl into a blanket & sleep the whole day. Other years I talk to her aloud or write her a little letter and burn it. Others I try to forge new connections with friends. Some I just remember her (🧵1/2)