I think of Mum every day since she passed.
Even when I don’t mean to.
Memory is wondrous, and haunting.
I wish there was some sort of filter app that my mind could download off Google Play.
A filter app that would help me only think of Mum in happier times.
Without the arguments.
Without the tears.
Without the guilt.
Before the onset of her dementia.
Before her heart attack.
Before the night she passed away.