...and in five minutes your whole life can change...
The words capture these last few months. Six weeks ago Mom was in surgery and within a few short days everything changed. These days memories of my mom come freely. Thoughts of her frequent. Occasionally, I look up at the sky with my eyes closed and tears happen.
I've been thinking about those seven words I wrote about grief. At the time I had no idea that in eleven days Mom would breath her last. The word "potent" caught my attention today. The word scared me at first, but today it brings comfort especially this definition:
achieving or bringing about a particular result: effective
These words bring hope that this process not only will be effective but is effective; effective today. This grief will achieve and bring about a particular result. It won't leave me hanging. I trust it will be good.
Her loss, my loss, still wedged deeply, yes
...but wedged sweetly, too.
Her loss, my loss, still wedged deeply, yes
...but wedged sweetly, too.
I don't know if I will always feel her loss this way, but today it is ok.
