Guest blog: Victoria

While I remember many wonderful times with my mother I am still healing wounds into gentler scars. 

One moment still breaks my heart, though it gets easier to remember with time. We had just been told that nothing could be done for her anymore but mom wasn't aware. She was lying in bed and said "I'm so tired. I just want to be healthy again." Nothing hurts more than remembering those words since I could not promise her anything. I was a comforting presence at the bedside that was trying not to fall apart. 

I do tell myself that she lives on in my memories and her body is not decomposing in a grave. The song "Wishing you were somehow here again" still speaks for my soul, at times: 

Passing bells and sculptured angels

Cold and Monumental

Seem for you the wrong companion

You were warm and gentle