If you do too much writing at night, sometimes you find it kind of hard to turn your mind off. And when your trying to get to sleep, and all you’re left with are your thoughs, you can relive some rather decisive moments in your life.
I though back to my mom’s last day here on earth. But instead of feeling the enormous ammount of sorrow I did when I lived the moment, I was able to see the good in it for the first time. Like when I sat there, holding her like she used to hold me when I was sick. The way it seemed to calm her and ease her pain, if only for a short while.
But then the mind wanders to the present day, and the void left becomes that much clearer. The simple little things I used to share just with my mom are now all bottled up and looking for a way to get out. It’s getting easier to deal with, but I still do miss my mom….
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