I read somewhere- I don’t remember where now- that the loved ones gone before us are separated from us by the thinnest of veils. It might have been thinnest paper. I don’t remember. The other morning though. Just before dawn. I was lying in bed, my mind not fully awake. In that semi lucid, semi…
Tag: #loss
Little Did I know
Three years ago, my mother was living her last days but I didn’t know that. I had no clue. And her sudden death was and has been traumatizing.. I certainly thought I did. But little did I know that the last time I saw my mom had been the last. That..that hug at dawn on…
See their Grief
The other day I wrote of how the wind rattling my window blinds and the rays of dawn reminded me of early morning phone calls from my mom. And how I missed those calls so much and how I so missed her. But really many, many moments on any random day do that. Any grieving…
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
In grief and hope, maybe
Missing mom a lot today. Came across this poem titled How we Survive by Mark Rickerby while looking for something to mirror the devastation I am feeling today, have been feeling of late. And I did, there is no scarcity of that. The paragraph below hit me as I wanted it to and I cried…
Give thanks
Okay full disclaimer. For Thanksgiving, this post may be a bit of a downer but read it anyway. I am not sure where I came across this quote but I know I posted it a lot before mom died six months ago today. In looking back, the universe was trying to tell me something but…
Where do they go?
Those who have gone before us..where do they go? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself more frequently since mom passed almost a month ago. Along with, why did she go? Why now? Why at all? Why? why? why? I don’t really care about the questions or the answers. I just want my mom back….
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 