February 28, 2006

the daily struggle

Sorry, another post of the daily struggle. I write these posts out of pain and exhaustion, then go back and feel embarassed about "crying in public". If you feel like it, read on ...

You believe in things until your mother is torn from your life.
Until then, you think that life is safe. Until she's gone and you could claw your own heart out in wanting her back, you think that life is indefinite. Immeasurable. You think your own mortality is a thing of the future. It is so easy to focus on the time being without thinking of the time to come. I wish, I wish I could press my cheek against her face like I do in a photo of us, a photo that was taken of us in a restaurant on one of those nights when I arrived by plane and met them for dinner.

My life, for that minute. What I would do to have it back.

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