I make fewer phone calls.

But more of them are to my dad.

I cry a little more.

But not that much more.

I hold on a little tighter.

But I have more worth holding tight.

I’ve lost the family member closest to me.

But my family has grown wildly.

I can’t not watch The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.

But it feels good to cry at the end.

I am a little more worn.

But a little less weary.

A little stronger and a little less strained.

One year later, the memories are almost, just nearly enough.

Rest in peace, Mom. I love you.