Someone’s Missing
Bench at park we used to go to with Mom
It’s been years without her presence.
The intensity of the pain has lessened. It’s now more like an achiness; a bundle of bitter-sweet memories.
I guess the bitter piece is the reality that her physical presence is no longer here. The sweet side is having been blessed with such a presence and layers of loving memories.
Maintaining a balance to remember them and keep them close to our hearts without crumbling, is tricky. It comes & goes in waves.
I have experienced that leaning towards the sweetness, feels right. I know, for sure, that Mom would’ve wanted it that way.