As, I sit and contemplate grief. I never really analyzed it, until now that it hits so close to home. Close to age and familiarity.
I analyze the bond between mother and child. I remember the old saying ‘nobody treats you better than your mother’. I would say or love you.
I analyze what it feels like for a child to wake up the next morning, but their mom didn’t. As she lay peacefully in a deep sleep.
I analyze what a child is thinking knowing they’ll no longer see her smile and say I love you.
Knowing, she’ll no longer be a part of their day to day. Taking care of them and even fussing.
I doubt if any of those things flash through their minds on this solemn day.
I can only imagine the tears shed and broken down sobs, holding her one last time.
All I know is a mother’s love will continue beating in your heart.