Good morning everyone,
it’s been a week since my last post.
I am up early, before the sun.
I have a busy day ahead.
I am grateful for busy days.
I am getting lots done,
and other things are hard.
Concentrating on readings,
for my class,
is hard,
going through mom’s things,
giving them away,
really hard.
Her hoodies,
her corduroy pants,
her bags,
her sweaters.
My mom had nice things,
not luxury,
good things,
practical but with flair.
I have given lots of her,
clothes away,
winter boots and sweaters,
jackets, raincoats,
mom would be happy to know,
that people will be getting,
good use out of her things,
some of these people,
need a hand,
some just have an appreciation,
of nice things.
There is a massive void,
in my life,
my mother,
who used to sit reading,
the paper,
who used to comment,
on the news,
and talk to the television,
the small woman in the big chair,
she is no longer here,
her ashes are in an urn.
I know, this is true.
We had a beautiful funeral,
I have received a death certificate,
I know it’s true.
But, sometimes,
I feel like she is here.
I don’t mean she lives,
in my heart or memories,
of course she does.
I mean I go into the living room,
and expect to see her.
Mom was fond of saying:
‘Old age is hard on old people’
I have no doubt that is true.
I would also say,
Grief is hard on the grieving.
Working through it,
learning to deal with,
the void.
Have a great day everyone,
stay safe,
wear your mask.
Later girls,
BB
