Thirteen days after she received her prognosis, my Mom passed in her sleep on June 28th, 2021. She was in her 72nd year. We cannot believe it and even over a week later, I cannot grasp that she is gone. My grief is taking a non-linear path and there are days that I am totally fine and days where I am overwhelmed with sadness. She was my burning star in the darkness – as she will continue to be.
We have begun the difficult task of emptying her house. Everything smells of her, bringing a sense of home with it. The car needs to be sold. A yard sale needs to be had. A dumpster is coming tomorrow. New tenants will move in on August 1st.
My sister and I are getting matching dragonfly tattoos to commemorate her life. A simple, elegant design that she would have loved. A dragonfly represents change and transformation. It reminds us to love life and have faith amidst difficulties. My Mom raised my sister and I alone since the early 80’s. She knew difficulties. She knew hardship. Because of her, we knew love and safety.
Rest well, Mom. I love you.
E. E. Wildwood 