My mom died in the night. We sat beside her, on watch, waiting for that last breathe or the tiny few words whispered...but they never came. Quietly as my sisters slept by her side she stopped being here on earth. Some days I ache at the thought of it. Wanting to cook potato pancakes with her one last time. Wanting to watch her ooze with pride at watching my children practice piano.
Grief is a funny thing. It comes in waves when you least expect them. I am learning to embrace those moments and sit in the thought of mom and feel her presence. It ain't perfect but my grief has taught me to live. Some days when I walk she walks right beside me and I marvel at the sunshine. ---TJS
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