My heart, broken in 2011 (dramatics aside, pangs and pains most definitely took up residence in my heart), has this day, August 25, 2015 been left in NC with my child. I wasn’t certain I would survive the jagged edges of grief these past few years; Now I wonder at embracing the jagged edges of joy for my child as I forge forward singularly.
Our phone conversation coming to a close, she says “Happy Mother’s Day”. I respond in kind with heartfelt measure. Disconnecting the call, my face crumbles, and there is it. Again. Loss. Grief. Longing. This memory recall within my center. Mom.
She feels it I know. How she is missed. Yet it is important she continues her healing journey toward peace, on that higher plain, joined by the others that are also missed.
I then stand here and will joy and gratitude to return.
And I wish all of my sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins, friends, as mothers or as mothered, here and beyond, a heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day.
The storm swirled. Around up and over us, and brought in its wake… a moment of grace, times two.