This is the most exquisite piece I have read of the living, dying and all that falls between a mother and daughter. Thank you for your tenderness! ✨There is another part of me though; perhaps my Wiser Self; the Center Me that isn’t spinning herself into tangles. She long exhales, surrenders, sighs with relief. She forgives, allows, recognizes the “more” of what it Also was then, the gift of it, the “Both/And” of her dying, the gift of me getting to be a part of it, & of what came shortly before. ✨
♥️I’m speechless. Thank You for reading!! And I will treasure your comments. I know it was ridiculously long; the result of leaving & coming back; leaving & coming back; trying to make sense. In the end, I had to release it & move on, or I think it would have blocked me; I would have made it mean something.
🤯🙏♥️You are too kind. Xoxox
You have the beginning of a memoir right there
And a memoir doesn’t need to be 80,000 words anymore. You could do a short memoir just on this experience.
It’s powerful !!!
This is the most exquisite piece I have read of the living, dying and all that falls between a mother and daughter. Thank you for your tenderness! ✨There is another part of me though; perhaps my Wiser Self; the Center Me that isn’t spinning herself into tangles. She long exhales, surrenders, sighs with relief. She forgives, allows, recognizes the “more” of what it Also was then, the gift of it, the “Both/And” of her dying, the gift of me getting to be a part of it, & of what came shortly before. ✨
♥️I’m speechless. Thank You for reading!! And I will treasure your comments. I know it was ridiculously long; the result of leaving & coming back; leaving & coming back; trying to make sense. In the end, I had to release it & move on, or I think it would have blocked me; I would have made it mean something.
Anyway-♥️♥️♥️