Well, here I am writing another post, and realizing that I really hadn't planned for it to be a cry session. About a week and a half ago, we lost our dear Mama. Reuben's mother was a very special part of our lives. The 12 years I have known her have been a time of wonderful friendship and she taught me so much.
She was an amazing cook, baker and homemaker. She made everybody around her feel like they were the most important person in the world. She had a contagious laugh and loved her grandchildren dearly. The way her eyes opened wide and glistened when we walked into the room will be missed. We now don't know what to do with our Monday evenings. There are so many other things to say about my dear Mother-In-Law, who always reminded me that I wasn't just a Daughter-In-Law, but a real daughter, but that's enough tears to water my cheeks this morning.
As we were going through our morning process and preparing for Mama's funeral, the following poem came to me:
How do deal with death:
Curl up into a ball, repeat.
Note: time may vary.
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