We're getting a blizzard here today...
this is only the beginning, taken earlier this morning.
But i have wine, so all is well. :-)
I am posting something i painted and wrote
about a week ago.
i just came back from my parent's place.
My father's place, now that mom is gone.
i spent a few hours there,
sorting some of mom's things…
baskets filled with her makeup,
creams and lotions,
nail polish, lipsticks,
Half empty bottles
sitting next to
and religious medals.
It felt very strange to open a tube of lipstick
and to know that she used it
only a few months ago.
To find medication,
for muscle pain
and itchy scalps
and mouth sores
and sensitive skin -
the lovely effects of chemotherapy.
It is a strange weeding out
What to keep and what to trash.
As i looked at expiration dates,
i thought about how
nothing is permanent.
Even the eye drops have a beginning
and an end.
A kind and generous soul asked me
the other day
if i had reached the anger stage
of grieving yet.
i replied no, that I hadn't,
and that i didn't think i ever would
because in my mind and heart,
there is no one to be angry with.
The doctors and caregivers
did everything they could
for my mother.
did everything she could for herself.
Compassion is much healthier
for the heart
Life doesn't go on forever
for any one of us,
and sadly, some lives end
before we want them to.
that's just how life is.
At least that's what mom would tell me.