Mother's Day
This is my third year to face this day with no living mother. It didn't really bother me at all this year. I just found myself feeling very fortunate that Galahad's mother is in my life.
I thought of my mom a bit when we were shopping for Galahad's mom. I silently considered what my mother might have liked had she still been living. [I wonder if that's healthy?] I cried a whole lot more during her last few living years while she was really sick than I have in the 2.5 years since she died. Her disease and subsequent death have given me a strange kind of independence and a lot more compassion to others. Not that I really need the extra compassion -- I cried already when I saw others feeling hurt.
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