I ain't got the words, brother. I don't know of anything that anyone can say that can assuage the loss of a mother. There just aren't words that can fill a hole that big.
Don't worry about being around. Grieve, get drunk, howl at the moon, heal. We'll still be here when you get back. I drink a toast to the memory of your mother and to mothers everywhere.
My heart aches for you and for all of us and all our losses of loved ones. Time can be a miserable sonofabitch sometimes, but it's also the stuff that takes the edge off the pain and allows you look back with fondness at those who have left us behind.
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars
- Walt WhitmanThis comment was edited on Sep 19, 22:41.
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