Those rooms were never mine,
built especially for her,
they are now larger
and more empty
with her absence filling the space.
I understand the impulse
that would cause someone to board up rooms,
lock doors,
leaving whatever ghosts living there
to rest in peace
with dust and memories.
I can no longer stay in her rooms,
the memories are too thick
and they leave no space
to breathe.
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Yes, so hard, in those rooms built just for her, and so full of her absence. She loved and lived so well in those rooms, right to the end. A great blessing. It is hard to believe six months has gone by so fast. I can understand the wish for a complete change of venue. But I worry how our ghosts will find us, once we leave our accustomed places?
I know – 6 months – seems just last week. The grief now no longer needs triggers to surface – wells up and over whelms with no rhyme or reason. But sitting with it and moving thru it as it occurs. She will always be with us – no matter where we are. I am packing and carrying all those memories with us. Hugs my dear and thank you as always.
The sadness is palpable; the writing…perfection.
Thanks, Lynn. Its a rough patch at the moment, 6 months since Mom died. Sometimes can’t catch my breath.
I lost my mom 15 yrs. ago…my sympathy to you! God bless.