My son was born on a Wednesday and my mom passed away that Sunday. You might wonder what you do when such events happen within the same week, and I suppose there would be as many different answers as there are people in the universe. For me, the sadness numbed the joy and there was just a great void - a vacuum, if you will.
Nine years later, though, there is immense joy on March 14, and a dreary deepness to March 18. And then comes Spring.
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Oh so know what you mean. Had that dreary feeling all week long since Mom passed away on the 10th, way too long ago. I just bet they're having a gin and tonic together somewhere nice!
ReplyDeleteAww - what a beautiful thought that they would be together. That made my day.
ReplyDeleteI remember so clearly the way you reached out to me during that time. Thank you.