Today I wanted the world to stop and acknowledge a year's time since Mom's passing ~ but it didn't. Life moved on with its everyday stuff. It felt normal. Too normal. I wanted tears and gnashing of teeth, but what came were small waves of sadness.
Indeed, they say that time heals all wounds, but I think they've got it wrong. My wounds are not healed; they are manageable. Her loss is still great, but it has been reduced to tender moments rather than mounds of grief.
When I think of Mom and Dad passing on the same day ~ the 9th ~ albeit different months and different years, it makes me smile. They were together 62 years, why wouldn't they exit life out the same door? But when I stop and dwell on the reality that I am an orphan, the smile fades and I cling only to the memories.
Today, it is about lifting up Mom's memories. I cannot move further into another year without her, unless I first acknowledge her loss and embrace her love that still shines within me.
Here's looking at you, Mom! I hope you are enjoying heaven as much as you enjoyed life on earth.
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