Mom died peacefully on Tuesday morning after being in the hospital less than 24 hours. The nurse called us to say she had perhaps one more hour, but we arrived after she had died. I kissed her and held her and told her I loved her. Her body was still warm, her face beautiful. Yesterday, I was supported by shock and some phone calls from old friends. Today, I am a little shakier, waking up with no one to fix breakfast for. No bell will ring to call me. No Mom to care about me and the adventure of my life. The sadness descends and simmers in my heart. I wear Mom's red heart necklace against my chest to have her heart close to mine. This last year we had together was so special and healing for us both. I came to understand Mom's quiet ways much better than I ever had before and came to love her in a different way than I had when younger. And I think she came to understand me and love me in a different way.
I thank you all for your lovely and love-filled comments on my previous post. I have read them all and although I have not commented individually I comment here and say, when I feel alone and pushed out of the nest, I only have to think of you, my dear and wonderful friends, to feel cared about and a part of the world again. Blessings and Namaste, Suki
Photo: sunset over the western hills