She passed away yesterday. It’s funny, the small things that stick in your mind when a loved one passes. I’m thinking of that book sitting in her bag, maybe, or on her bedside table, waiting for her to come back and finish turning its pages.
The unread book led me to think of other things she might not have gotten to finish. Was there a card she wanted to send, a person she wanted to connect with, a song she would have liked to have heard one last time? Was her last thought about something left undone?
I don’t think so. She took her last breath bathed in love and surrounded by the family she nurtured. I think it was all she would have wanted. Nothing was left undone.
Safe journey, E. Thank you for being the mother you were, which allowed me to have the husband I have.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
-an Irish prayer