Remember being a little kid and first understanding the concept of death and the terror you felt about your parents dying or yourself? I found as I get older, that concern , and fear starts to diminish into just something you know will happen eventually but It's never that close.
Then one of your parents die...that really brings the reality of your own mortality into focus. When my Mum died it was strange I did not feel OLDER , I felt like a child again. An orphaned child. A sense of hurt and loss I had never imagined.Even now, ten years have passed since she died and thankfully the image in my mind is not how she looked the moment she died, but how she looked just minutes after. Beautiful! Pink, warm, soft, peaceful. The lines of struggle and pain now erased and although I was filled with my own grief and pain I thought how natural and beautiful the process was. My mother brought me into the world, and all of my sisters, my brother and my Dad , even my brother in law and niece and nephew were all there to see her out of this world.
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| My mother Grace |
Two years later, I would begin my own journey right to the brink of my own death.
