I walked my neighborhood this morning, through warm-brisk air, where at the start of the walk, I felt the need to button up and midway through, peeled off my jacket.
On the walk I could not keep my thoughts and my visual in sync, if you know what I mean: I wanted to take in the hints of autumn, the rustling of the trees, and the swirling fallen leaves, but my mind kept circling back to thoughts of my beloved mother who passed away at the tail end of summer.
And although I spoke to my walking partner, about ideas and fun facts, my stomach was in knots as I fought back the tears.
I am long ways away from all things accepting and moving on with life…
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It is just so very hard sometimes!
it really is
It takes such a long time. I lost my mom almost 20 years ago, yet it seems like yesterday. I have worked to replace the end of life images with the true images of what was most of her life and that helps, some. So I talk to her, and tell stories of her to my grandchildren who never met her.
that is so touching and beautiful