The passing of May
I can't remember ever seeing my Mum's heart drop the way it did last night. I saw it the minute she answered the phone. Her eyes became wide, and then welled up with tears. And then she turned away from me and started to cry. And in her sobs I heard her heart breaking. Her grandmother, my great-grandmother, had passed away late yesterday afternoon. The family is reeling and my heart is breaking - For my family, especially my nanna, and my mum, and her side of the family. It hurts and I feel empty. It's all very real now with talk of "her funeral." And I'm back in Perth to start Uni again, but I feel like I really should be home, with my family. As though in some small way I might be able to do something to ease their hurt and suffering in this time of loss. Mum's shattered. She gets all teary when something even slightly reminds her of Nanna May. And mum and I are so close and I can't stand to see her hurting. I mean, Nanna May was so full of life. She was the matriarch of our family. She was 95 and had seen it all. We were certain she would be the one who would turn 100 and get a telegram from the Queen. She'd seen it all. From the invention of motor cars, telephones, and television, to actually having a couple of great-great-grandchildren! She was strong, funny, witty, intelligent and beautiful. It just hurts so bad that she's gone. And just when you think you're all out of tears, another wave of sadness rushes over you and you are helpless to do anything except cry.
It's now that my family, and myself, need prayers the most.
* Courtney
It's now that my family, and myself, need prayers the most.
* Courtney