Feeling a calming presence in front of me. It’s graceful and soothing. For a moment, I wonder if it could be my mother. Wondering if she is sending this off on her way to another place. Hoping really.
I’m feeling the ache of her missing and the ache of her still being alive. I can’t remember if she ever would have sat in front of me and held my hands. Likely as a child but it has been eons since she was before me lovingly, patiently, gracefully, letting me know she was there believing in me.
I think not.
It is yet another mirage I try to set my sights on to to make this journey easier. I wish there was a way to release her. I wish there was a way she could release herself.