This morning I caught myself shedding a tear for my mama. I miss her. It’s been 13 years since she became an ancestor and not a single day goes by when i don’t ask myself what would life be with her around here.
What would she think of my crazy cycling? Would I be cycling?
What would she think of the relationships we have all built? What we have become? Would she be proud of her grand kids? Daughters in law?
Would she have aged gracefully? She left us too soon. We were still children.
And this reminds me of Narcissus and Goldmund-
“But how will you die when your time comes, Narcissus, since you have no mother? Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.”
Maybe when our time comes, we will not suffer a similar fate for we had a mother and we have loved.
I miss her, my mother, my teacher, my friend. She was such a giant in our lives and that space remains unfilled.