A Mother Is The Portal By Which

My Mother Never Liked Mother's Day. She Thought It Was A Fake Holiday Dreamed Up By Hallmark To Commodify Deep Sentiments That Couldn't Be Expressed With A Card.

Grief Is At Once A Public And A Private Experience. One's Inner, Inexpressible Disruption Cannot Be Fully Realized In One's Public Persona.

And After My Mother's Death I Became More Open To And Empathetic About Other People's Struggles And Losses.

There Are Many Kinds Of Loss Embedded In A Loss - The Loss Of The Person, And The Loss Of The Self You Got To Be With That Person. And The Seeming Loss Of The Past, Which Now Feels Forever Out Of Reach.

Nothing Prepared Me For The Loss Of My Mother. Even Knowing That She Would Die Did Not Prepare Me.