Ever since my mother died, I have been overwhelmed by an outpouring of true love from my friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Really, truly overwhelmed. It's been two weeks. People's attention spans are short. I didn't expect warm hugs and wet eyes at this point, but they are still there for me. Yesterday a friend sent me an amazing gift. Today a neighbor told me, her eyes full of sorrow, "I think about you every day." I know she does. My heart is full. Everyone loses their mom at some point...my sorrow is not novel. It is not unique or noteworthy. I would think because it is just "part of life" it would be so forgettable to others. But people have not forgotten. The kindness continues day after day. And maybe that's because this grief is so very common...a path we all face. So why not lend a shoulder to cry on for one traversing that dark, cold road?
Thank you to everyone who has whispered a prayer, texted, connected with me on Facebook, called me, hugged me, helped me out, cried a tear with me...it's very healing and very comforting. Love to you all.