Mom, you are gone.
Mom, you are gone.
I started this draft but never finished. And now I know, it was supposed to be waiting for me, so when you were gone and I wouldn’t be able to find the words to speak I could come back here and remember, remember.
I remember, mom.
The time we had. The precious talks we shared. It’s here, in my writing to you.
I can’t believe you’re gone. It was over too soon, and yet. We couldn’t have known it would end this way, too soon, so painful but fast. My heart aches though it’s laced with peace.
I love you, mom. Though we are far away, I know we will always remain, together.
Letter to Mom, with Love 💌
I captured this moment in early autumn and I loved seeing my mama this way. She was playful, at ease. Childlike in a way.
Her illness debilitates in a way that she can no longer “do” but must be.
My whole life I have wanted her to just be, with me. No to dos, no rushing off to the next, just be present and relish being together.
And that’s exactly what we were able to do with the last of our time together.
We built a bank of memories of togetherness. In stillness.
In raw, terrible, beautiful,
enduring love.
I love you mom.
May you rest eternally,
in peace🕊