Fifteen years later, I still reach for the phone to call her
Thank you for your lovely words. I still have my mom, thankfully. I dread the day when she is gone.
And yet… the hole exists as a real and present loss, of what I am not…what I don’t have…love lost…souls I’ve hurt or cast aside along the path…
The hole of loss. Maybe it’s where we’ve lost ourselves.
Ooof all of this . Thank you for sharing
It’s been nearly 14 years since I lost my Mum and I still have days when I forget and go to phone her.
We never stop missing our Mums. The hand that first held our hand.
Sending love to you x
Sending you so much love
Thank you for your lovely words. I still have my mom, thankfully. I dread the day when she is gone.
And yet… the hole exists as a real and present loss, of what I am not…what I don’t have…love lost…souls I’ve hurt or cast aside along the path…
The hole of loss. Maybe it’s where we’ve lost ourselves.
Ooof all of this . Thank you for sharing
It’s been nearly 14 years since I lost my Mum and I still have days when I forget and go to phone her.
We never stop missing our Mums. The hand that first held our hand.
Sending love to you x
Sending you so much love