On February 23, 2010, comfort was hard for me to find.
I was taking care of my then five-month-old son solo while working remotely from my mom’s home in Oregon, all the while trying to prepare for the inevitability of soon saying my final farewell to my mom.
Monday’s post helped me remember my mom’s life instead of the days leading up to the end of it, but that only goes so far. Today, for example, my heart believes very much that it is living February 23, 2010 and February 23, 2012 simultaneously.
As written on TMiYC’s Facebook page this morning:
Yesterday I wrote about how the Mayan calendar was cyclical, not linear and conclusively ending. Read more…