My mom died yesterday. I was there. I stroked her hair. I watched her go.
It was peaceful, and I know she was so sick and so tired from fighting for so long, but I still want her here with me.
I keep looking around my house at all the empty spaces. I'm never going to talk to her again. I can't call her anymore. She's never going to pick up the phone. She'll never walk through the front door. I won't see her outside gardening or filling up the birdseed. She's gone somewhere very far away. Maybe not as far, but somewhere unreachable. I feel very lost. I want to go home even though I am home. Mom was home. Mom's gone.
1 comment:
I feel very sad, I wish you strength when you need it. I am a random stranger to you but your post touched me.
Best wishes
Sean in Calif.
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