Ninety miles an hour-that’s how fast my mind can go from here to there.
From what’s in front of me to what’s behind me.
From laughter to swallowing sobs.
We sit in a living room surrounded by toys and playing with children, talking about life and love and plans and people. The little brown face that turns his eyes to mine looks so much like Dominic I have to suck in my breath.
Giggles. Squeals. Cars running up and down my arm and around my feet.
I will never see Dominic’s children.
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Exactly. I cringe when I am asked if I’m ok. How are you doing? That’s another one.
These questions coming from those who know or should know by now, I am not Ok nor doing well, I have to simply give a mock smile, not answer and pivot the same question back to them.
It will be 8 Mother’s day this without my mom.
Worst in every possible way, it will be 7 without my only child.
How can I possibly be Ok ?
I function. I do normal stuff.
But I will never be Ok this side of heaven.
My love and admiration for within your words of a mother who lost a piece of her heart, I see myself.
Isabel, Christina’s mom.
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