What do we carry forward, what do we become on the other side of goodbye? We said goodbye to mom last month. What now?
We don’t have to be perfect to be good enough, and sometimes good enough is just perfect.
For these eight days away from home at home, mom has been whole. For me, anyway. I close my eyes and I see her through my front window. She’s weeding the walkway to my porch.
We’re all broken. But together, we’re a little more whole.