Day nine of nine
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s0me0ne
s0me0ne Wordplay. Horseplay. Foreplay.
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So this is late, but it's my final piece in my series about my nine days caring for my elderly mother.

Day nine of nine

I've left my mother now.

Yet she's never been closer to my heart.

And I'm embracing that.

Despite knowing the consequences.

The.

Coming.

Inevitable.

Pain.

Yet, it's hurt.

I know now.

I will regret not feeling.

It is hurt,

I know now,

I can manage.

Because I have reconciled.

That loss.

Is the price of love.

And that maybe even

Loss

Is a myth.

Loss.

Is really change.

That is unfamiliar.

And when you pause.

Flip.

Stop grieving what you miss.

And instead find joy.

With each new twist.

That life.

Or otherwise.

Presents.

That each moment.

Is to be seized upon.

For what it is.

Not what it isn't.

That self.

Pride.

Ego.

Steps aside.

Humbled.

By simple love.

Nine days.

Nine beautiful days.

To learn.

That life is about.

Making memories.

Even if they will be.

One day.

Forgotten.

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