My beautiful mother died on Sunday afternoon after a very brief illness. She was in Atlanta, surrounded by my sisters, my cousin and my father, her husband of nearly sixty years. I spoke to her via FaceTime on Saturday morning, told her how much I loved her how her heart was in me my heart was in her. She opened her eyes and looked at me from faraway yet so present. Like a newborn baby’s gaze that one that mothers know the first gaze from who knows where who knows who they are what lies within. I was her first child. My mother mouthed something and then closed her eyes. I felt what I can only describe as a cosmic rip a tear. Severance.
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Dear Elizabeth. Beautifully written. I had to say goodbye to my mom on FaceTime as well. You described the experience exquisitely. Sending love to you....
Elizabeth, I see you in your mom’s face. May you see her and hear her voice when you need it most in the days/weeks/months ahead. I am thinking of you and holding you in my heart.