a post of mine to my friends Helping Friends Grief blog…

the pieces

Ashley, 25, Burlington

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami  

My mother died on October 9, 2010. Sometimes I forget the day, which sounds horrible, but it is because that moment could not be bound by the triviality of days. What I remember from that day, what is sketched in my heart and my mind and my being, is seeing my mom as she gasped so fiercely at each breath.  I remember her last smile, her last chuckle. Even as I saw her hands begin to curve into her body as death laid claim to her draining…

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