A friend said the long goodbye to her grandmother by birth but mother by choice.
Seven days ago…
I wondered how long I would have before I too would be saying my long goodbye. 87 years is more than many of us will see and yet, mom is there in all its worn and tarnished glory.
Seven days ago…
I pondered who would be at my bedside when my time came especially if it came late. Having no children leaves an empty space in so many places.
Still and yet…
Seven days ago…
I saw a family rejoice in confidence that one they loved so dearly was whole and made perfect.
Seven days ago…
I gave my thanks for the one who gave birth and life to me.
Seven days ago…
I realized no matter what my circumstance - I am never alone.
What were you doing seven days ago?
© A Sacred Longing 2009-2011
