I went from a relatively carefree childhood (except for the divorce of my parents which was profound for a 3 year old) to my teen years (politically but not socially rebellious) to a well adjusted young lady and college graduate (serious, not promiscuous) to an NYU Master’s student (smart) to a married woman (maybe less smart) to becoming a Mom (best decision yet). All under the watchful eye of my mom.
That part of my life is now over because she passed away after a debilitating and valiant fight with Pancreatic cancer. The aftermath left me in deep shock and mourning, unable to absorb life without her. I had to climb out of low-lying cliffs, remote and jagged. Lopsided, as though a part of me had been amputated. I miss her daily.
The transition has not been an easy one, even though it has been years.
To be continued…
It has been years since my mom passed away – and I’m not over it yet..
I know, the pain subsides, but the hole is a large one. Thanks for commenting