People have been telling me to enjoy my trip. Enjoy it. Like that’s a possibility without you ma. I smiled politely at their comments. I cringed inwardly. They have no clue how difficult this is.
I opened the drawer where I stored stuff I bought you from all my travels. Silly things that would make your face light up with that charming smile. The contents of the drawer remain there. I can’t get myself to carry any of it.
It’s been a long time packing. It’s more difficult without your advice on how many weddings, engagements and birthdays we will be invited to. I’m lost without you, ma.
Packed for one of the most difficult trips I’ve had to take… There is no home without you ma.
I miss you.
22nd January 2020 @ 00:20
I felt compelled to write these words when I found out your bad news. I am deeply sorry about your loss. For what is worth, you’ve been loved all the way, and you are still loved from somewhere in a parallel multiverse. Love, and not gravity, is THE bond between time & space. Perhaps immortality is just the ability to cross to other dimensions and talk to other souls. If so, I wish to grant you immortality.