TW for photo content It’s the anniversary of my mothers passing today (hard stop.) Not long after that, I took a class on death and dying and probably only processed as well as I did because of that group of people. That class. The ability to talk about what I was feeling in a safe space and understand death in a completely healthy and new and natural way. Death is the only guaranteed part of life. I didn’t have a great relationship with my mom, and I think people expect me to say something completely different when talking about this experience. If anything I’m grateful to have learned so much about her during this period of her life. That we did get closer and she felt safe enough to open up to me towards the end. That she allowed me to take these photographs. I don’t know. Life is funny.