The Day My Mother Died

My Mother died today.
It was expected, she was one of the missing in action.
One of those whose mind left a little while ago.
We still loved her even -
when she had no clue who we were let alone that we were even in the same room.
when she looked for us as we were when we were young,
when she looked at herself and saw here grand mother.

We knew it was coming, but still we were surprised.
Her passing came quietly,
we held her hands,
we stoked her hair,
we told her that we would be ok,
we told her she could let go.

It was like a right of passage.
We were stewards, ushers if you will
Aiding a passenger to the -
Next life,
Next great adventure
Next Level

I am glad I was there to hold her hand.
Everything changed as I held that hand
It felt surreal.
It felt total in the present.
we are motherless.
we are orphaned.

We are on the next part of our journey
to where we don't know.
But everything changed.
but people still walk down the street,
still drive down the Avenue,
The sun still shines.

I think of her with not earthly connection.
Free to float among the stars if she wants.
Hoping she will live her death
with the same adventurous spirit
She lived her life.

And it all feels just a bit different.
The day my mother died.