A new year. A new time filled with change, plans and resolutions. To some, this marries hope to unfulfilled promises and goals to never ending self to-do lists.
For me, I realize its one more essence of time with Mom and yet one less. This year is already radically different from the previous, with more pieces of Mom fading away. Small changes in Mom are big changes for how she lives her life and finds joy.
I am losing her. I’m losing her ability to know me- whether its recognize me or understand the present aspects of my life. I am losing something so innate, so wonderfully connected to me- my mother.
And while I could sit here and write a list of all the gifts of character that could be gained from this process, none would be as paramount, as beautiful, or as utterly important as my Mom.
This year will bring on more loss…and some how we will get through. Because with loss, I truly believe there is also new life.