May 30th,
A day I can never find the right words or sometimes speak at all. So, as always, in poetic fashion I stay true and say what’s in my heart, feel what’s in my heart….a heart which most of the time remains, honestly…. pretty broken in the poignancy of the day.
When your mother dies, there is a moment not only your heart, but your whole soul explodes into bold flying pieces of wonder, loss and hurt.
Never are you pieced back together as the same person, as with any loss or life changing event.
My mother took her very last breath, May 30th.
I think of her every single day and there will always be a deeper piece missing inside,
for she was there when I took my very first breath of life and I was there when she took her very last breath of life. We are connected forever, throughout lifetimes and memories.
For everyone who knew her she was kind, selfless, heartfelt, beautiful and so much more than words can express.
I am proud, lucky and blessed to have had her as my mother…..
Love to you, Madre, always, forever….. Infinite…….