
A Journey in Review, Post 3: Show Up
There is very little I can do, and I know I can’t protect her from that bull, but I can sit with her. That’s something. And perhaps in this situation, it’s everything.
There is very little I can do, and I know I can’t protect her from that bull, but I can sit with her. That’s something. And perhaps in this situation, it’s everything.
I fussed at mom but I think she was right. That I ever questioned her feels like a betrayal now. Why did I think I knew more about the mind and body that she had lived in for eight decades? She had always been in tune with her body and she saw the Bull coming from a long way off. She told us, but we didn’t start listening until she received the medical diagnosis.
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.
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