Catriona, thank you for this letter. It is absolutely beautiful and I can see your mum so clearly. I lost mine in 2009 and I remember early on being surprised when I woke each day because I was so broken and in so much pain, I couldn’t believe my body would keep functioning. And then when joy crept in, I thought of Wordsworth’s line “Surprised by joy” because anything light or joyous was a surprise too. As you say though, that heaviest of times passes. It’s rough and raw but time passes and then you find yourself surprised again that you’re getting on with things.
The garden was my savior when my dad passed. The only time I felt good was when I had my hands in the dirt and so I knew to do the same thing when mum died five years later. Lots of love to you and to all of your readers who are struggling, it does get easier. 🩵💚
This was absolutely beautiful. The poem broke my heart and gave me hope at the same time. Sending you strength and light ♥️
Catriona, thank you for this letter. It is absolutely beautiful and I can see your mum so clearly. I lost mine in 2009 and I remember early on being surprised when I woke each day because I was so broken and in so much pain, I couldn’t believe my body would keep functioning. And then when joy crept in, I thought of Wordsworth’s line “Surprised by joy” because anything light or joyous was a surprise too. As you say though, that heaviest of times passes. It’s rough and raw but time passes and then you find yourself surprised again that you’re getting on with things.
The garden was my savior when my dad passed. The only time I felt good was when I had my hands in the dirt and so I knew to do the same thing when mum died five years later. Lots of love to you and to all of your readers who are struggling, it does get easier. 🩵💚