I have a double broken heart right now. One from my mother’s passing and the other from my husband suddenly withdrawing his love. The juxtaposition of my mother’s love with the withdrawal of love has been poignant, and I do not believe the timing is coincidental. While the timing feels cruel, I believe it is also a gift.
My mother’s love is sustaining me. Rather than diminishing with her passing, it has increased exponentially. Her love is a river, carrying me onward, healing, soothing, bringing clarity, peace, and swiftly taking me to a better place.
It is almost as if as her body was failing, she chose to go to a place where she could be there for me.
So many of us who love her could share stories of feeling her near and miracles that have happened since her passing. From her current position the habit she always had of running to our aid has been magnified. Thank you, Mama. I love you now and forever.
I love this song by Ed Sheeran, “Supermarket Flowers”
