I’m missing the routines
that keep me steady
Living moment to moment—
So happy to be with her again,
A little off-balance in my daily life—
Grateful for a quiet mid-day
so I can write, eat, be with myself and rest.
The rain has stopped and the sky is brighter.
Still feeling the edge of cold damp air
on my hands, legs and torso—
Wore my wool undershirt today
and flannel-lined jeans.
I want to mother her—
The thought of end-of-life stuff
gives extra meaning and urgency to our visits.
Have I been faithful to her?
Always such a distance to travel
for such a small bit of time.
Is it time to practice letting go—for good?
Whatever that means—
I’m not sure.
I’ve never done this before.
Neither has she—
So many unknowns.
It’s hard to see through tears.
Just being alone for a few hours in this house
feels sad—too empty,
What will it be when she isn’t here—
Or when I’m not here?….
I wrote this journal entry during a recent week-long visit with our daughter and her husband. Our first visit with them since I learned I have Chronic Kidney Disease. Surprisingly, the words sing to me–sweetly and sadly. No rushed or distressed cadence. Just the leading edge of a reality unknown to me as a mother.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 25 May 2017
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