"they are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind"
-the Tuscarora
grief
"they are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind"
-the Tuscarora
Any more of these snapshots would have depleted your superpower
To have become very good at trapping sadness
To change what you're thinking about in a moment so it doesn't strangle your being
You can't be suffocated now
There isn't enough time left to breathe
This strength won't last forever
But maybe until you can't remember
🎶 mother, I know your face
father, I still hold your place...
My father's obituary is in the paper today.
My mother didn't have one because I believe my father wouldn't accept that she was gone.
My father's funeral is at the end of the month.
My mother didn't have one because I believe my father
wouldn't accept that she was gone.
That closure has never happened.
That list of her life has never been written.
And it hurts because she deserved it.
And we deserve it.
But at least, writing this, I get the honor of shedding tears again, now for both of them.
That can’t be taken away.
Thank you to everyone for your kind words the past few days. Losing a parent is so final and lonely and it means a lot to have the kindness of family and friends.
Go hug your loved ones. Because no matter how much love you show them it will never have felt like enough.
.
.
This was supposed to post on Tuesday….sigh.
We will miss you Sharon and your sweetness and warmth. Mother, wife, daughter, friend.... we have a heavy heart.