Monday would be a month and one week exactly since my mother passed away. I can’t believe it .
I find it so hard to say the word died. Passed away is so much gentlier.
Even though I was expecting it I am still shocked that she actually is no longer here with us. I had convinced myself that she would be with us for her birthday. But I guess she didn’t want to see another Carnival as the shell she was.
I take solace actually in the fact that, even though it seemed long, her ordeal didn’t drag on and was over relatively quickly.
BUT I miss her.
I miss the shell she had become. I miss knowing that she was there.
I miss the memories of her, I miss her chatter, I miss hearing her voice, I miss being fussed about, bossed about by her.
I miss her
I was thinking I was numb and maybe I am but I think I am sad.
A sadness that has coated my being , that has become so knitted into me that it is normal. So that I am not lying when I tell people that I am OK because I am OK. I am just sitting in my normal. It is not heavy. I am not weighed down at least I don’t think so. I a.m just a little sluggish and I think I could really just be left to lay in bed for a bit. I think I am really not ready to face the world. But I am OK.
Being OK sucks.
I really miss knowing she was there.
I miss the expectations that I had for life. I miss my dreams that encompassed her. I feel cheated.
Even though I am grown old woman I balk at the fact that I am indeed an orphan.
Sigh the regret, the guilt, the if onlys, the i wishes.
sigh
I sit in my covering of sad.
But still I ponder on this
“What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes part of us.”
Helen Keller