Seeing those who were her family, her children, was particularly difficult and now having two of my own children, I understand so much more. At least, it feels that way. There are always a number of things that pass through your mind when something like this happens in life; one being the realization that barring something tragic happening to me, I will face the same day when I will have to say goodbye to my mother. And I know now that I'm not ready at all for that.
But death is as much a part of life as anything else. It happens to all of us at some point, but that makes it all the more precious and wonderful. Realizing this and remembering this (which is part of the key), allows us to move forward and make life as sweet and beautiful as it can be. Following this path is part of the beauty I want to partake in, so I've been trying to set aside time in particular for writing and reading these last few days.
I've written more this week and I've read more this week. I'm so excited to do this more and more. It's my "me" time in many ways, and I can't think of a better way to indulge myself. While most women indulge in chocolate (I've done that on occasion) or shopping or something of the sort, I'm a bookworm through and through. That is where my heart and soul truly lie, within the written word.
So forgive me for the shortness of this entry, but there is much I must do.
I leave you with another untitled poem from long ago. This one was written on January 8, 2008:
here i discover
a breathless carousel
a kaleidoscope of stained glass
and delicate wings