I’ve been grieving hard this week, alternating between anger, sadness, restlessness and vegetation.
Tag: Mom
Mom is really gone.
This weekend is sadder than the whole week of shiva. Today I feel like my mom is dead and gone. Really, really dead and really, really gone.
Landslide of tears
Just heard Stevie Nicks singing Landslide and broke down crying while driving to get my hair cut. Mom liked that song and wasn’t that much older than Stevie Nicks.
Haiku of a bereaved son at the end of shiva
Mirrors uncovered
I see the pain in my face
Yet I see her too
I see the pain in my face
Yet I see her too
Saying my mom died actually helps
Calling Social Security and my mom’s bank is actually therapeutic, in that I get to make it real that my mom died, which just feels so unreal.
