The Sad and Sober Part Redux  11/25/2018
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My mother died this morning. I’m still having trouble processing that simple sentence because there is nothing simple about the world of devastation that lies within those few words. She was the heart of our family. While hers still beat, we had a faint hope that maybe she would survive the terrible disease that took her mind from us ages ago. Her dementia had condemned her to walk a path I could follow, but there was at least comfort of a sort in knowing she might be somewhere inside.

It is still now, that heart that produced the first sound I ever heard. That wrapped around me with a love so true that even in times of anger, hers or mine, I knew its rhythm. I can’t pretend anymore that I will ever hear her voice again or that she’ll look at me with eyes that know and love me. Like the shape in my heart that held my father, hers is empty now too, and the memories that come bring only tears for her loss.

I know this will change. That some future day I’ll be able to bear her absence without breaking in half. Today, though, my eyes are raw with pain and I can only curl myself around the hole in my life that is bigger than the galaxy.

Comments:

Beautifully written, Mica. My eyes burn, my heart is broken too and I am left knowing I will never laugh with her again. She loved fiercely, especially her family and I am enriched by EVERY moment I spent with her.
By: Darlene
Date: 11/26/2018
So sorry for your loss,Mic.
By: Ron Byrd
Date: 11/26/2018
So very sorry for your loss. There are simply no words.
By: Maggie Rivers
Date: 11/26/2018
Thank you all so much. Darlene, when I contemplate all the Christmases left without her... You're right Maggie. There are no words.
By: Mica Rossi
Date: 11/27/2018
Hugs, honey. Feel my arms around, hugging you tight.
By: joella
Date: 12/1/2018
Hugs, honey. Feel my arms around, hugging you tight.
By: joella
Date: 12/1/2018

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