friday was a crazy day, busy and frustrating. I made a big mistake, caught before it was irreversible but it weighed on me. I had lunch with a friend who was told to prepare herself for the end of her mothers existence. How does one do that?
I wept on the way home about hurts, fears, revelations, just feelings that all came to a head on Friday. Saturday was better, my group of women who knit and crochet and generally lift my spirit worked their magic.
Today I was told my friends mother passed. 95.6 years of life, 42 of which were spent without her husband. I cry at the mere thought of this little woman's passing, not that we were particularly close but more because of the impact on my friend. And the realization that my own mother is not gifted with immortality either.
Fly to Heaven little Hazel. Find your other half and know that we are with your daughter.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
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