… a while since I posted anthing here. I lost my mother on May 1st, and it isn’t really something one blogs easily about. I mean, I guess it isn’t. I’ve never done this before.
It’s been a blur, really, the past three weeks. So many things, so many plans, so many boxes to check off. I’ve been moving from one step to the next with a blessed sort of numbness, but I’m fast approaching the ability to block out the acknowledgement, to busy myself with the needs of others.
I’ve long walked in darkness. I exist on the edges of a void, one into which I’ve occasionally waded. It’s where I belong, where I am comfortable. There are those who never find their way out once they’ve struck out for the deep. I have my lights, my guiding voices, the soft caring hands that refuse to let me go.
They are quieter by one. The most important one.
I love you, Mama.