On a Saturday morning while I worked in our yard in VA, my brother called from ND with the news that Mom was unresponsive this morning.
Just before the airplane doors closed, my brother's text said, "they've called it."
How does a person go on living without their mom? I'm not sure I can do that.
Mom was the pole that held the family flag, the spine from which all nerves emanated, the main stem, the theme, the force, the fire, the source. And now she's gone.
Dad has weakened dramatically since she departed on 3/30/13. He has faded, failed, diminished, and slid.
And every day I have thoughts, questions and I just want to ask Mom. The void is ridiculously large. It's an ocean of space, loss, sadness.
But she's gone.
It hurts so much worse than I imagined it would. It hurts so bad.
Not sure what to do.
1 comment:
I'm so sorry, Karen.
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