crying out for connection

 

Headed over to see this little gal now.
Mom, mamma, mommy, and no I am not from the south, but trust me when I say; in our deepest needs of agony – nearly all humans cry out for mommy or mama and I know I will do the same when the time comes.

Since we are both morning gals, I like to sneak over at early sunrise and surprise her with an egg bite from Starbucks (which she loves) and share my coffee with her.

She is “90 and 1/2” she reminds me, and still such an amazing person. I am grateful for the healing affects this blog will have in our afterlife connection.

I once paid my regards and sympathy to a friend who had lost her father and she smiled and gave a warm hearted laugh. She eased my astonishment by explaining how much she loved him and that they were both fine, in good spirits and essentially the grief and mourning can debilitate us instead of lifting us in celebration.

Terminal care is really difficult and family members who assist others through it, often in the end are left so exhausted and drained of energy from having experienced this suffering so long and given so much emotion towards the efforts, that it can feel very anti-climatic.

So as I celebrate both life and upcoming death with mom this morning over a latte and egg bites, I will remember that our love for one another will never fade and when I get ready to pass beyond in search for her myself, I know she will hear the child in me calling for her.