Guilty

 What if I came home and she was sitting there? An absurd thought entered my mind. Of course she wouldn't be there, you idiot, she's dead. Instant memories pop up, The moment I entered the living room I teared up. The cat escapes from his pet carrier to hide under the bed.

I drove at the speed limit, and as safe as I could. Those 760 km were tough to drive. I will be doing this trip again in October. I have some work left at my mom's place to finish up. And to be honest, this trip made me realize how much I missed my mom.

I am worried about her safety and feel guilty for living so far away from her. I do not know how to reconcile this guilt.