On July 1st my mother passed. I was there to witness it, to witness her taking her last breathe. I feel honored to have been there. This is was loving woman, my mother, who brought me into the world. I had the honor of witnessing her leaving it.
The emotions and feelings over the past seven weeks have been many. I miss her, I am sad beyond words. I at times will call her house, and leave a message on the answering machine as if she will answer it, knowing full well she will not. I know it is about my grieving process and I know that this is what I have to do to heal myself. The loss is, along with the passing of my father, one the biggest things that I have ever experienced.
While difficult as it may be, I know that I will come to accept it, to know that it happened in divine order. The passing of my mother is the way that it was meant to be, and my work is to accept it completely. My acceptance will not take away the love I have for her, that will remain with me forever. My work is simply to surrender to her passing, as I eventually must to my own when it happens.
