Yesterday I went to the mortuary to retrieve my mother’s cremated remains. It was sobering to hold that small package in my hands and think that this is all that remains of the one who just 10 days before was alive and breathing.
The realization hit me that I am now profoundly and utterly alone. Yes I have friends and family who love me and whom I dearly love but this small box of desiccated mineral material was once the woman who gave me life, who prayed over me and nursed me when I was ill, who wept at my folly and rejoiced in my success. No one or nothing can ever fill the place vacated by her departure.