Its pretty early in the morning on the 7th. I have my first medical school exam on Friday and just returned to my apartment from the library. As I was driving home, I was trying to think of all the muscles in my arm that I was using while stearing the wheel but it was just too late in the night be be thinking just complex thoughts. Suddenly, I thought about what the date was going to be tomorrow: its the 7th of September. Wow! 5 months. I've spent five months without my mom. I've started medical school, am officially in up to my neck and trying to keep my head above the waters. I've spent a month in anatomy lab, dissecting bodies of individuals who so gracially donated their bodies to medical science. I now know all the muscles in the back, arm and forearm, and maybe the hand. And tomorrow, I am going to spend the day cramming for my test on Friday. Five months ago, I started out the day..well you know what happened. It's just so surreal how life changes so fast from life, to death, to life again.
I miss mom every single day. It's not easy. Life doesn't stop. (I wouldn't mind if mom could get that guy up there to add a few more hours to the day tomorrow so I can study more for this test. ;o) )