When she was young, we were inseparable. Joined at the maternal hip. My only surviving child. A relationship that I had never enjoyed with my own mother, was mine in her. I loved her on a level that defies words. Beautiful and serene.
I was therefore completely taken by surprise the day it all changed in a flash; and I have yet to understand it. Perhaps the pain of it all prevents such comprehension. But it is gone, and I am leaving.
She is a stranger to me now. As if I never knew her.As if I never loved her. As if she never lived.
I cannot start again, I am an old woman now.
I am glad for the time I had…at least.