of a break in the shell
Maybe I've reached a(n insignificant) mark, a point in time when I'm tired from holding back the sadness, the need to lament about my mother's life being cut shorter than what she deserves. Maybe my headaches at the end of the work day just mean that I need to cry for a bit.
Walked home from the train station today, and just teared because my mother wouldn't be able to meet any more of my friends. She wouldn't be able to tell her jokes, cook her wonderful food, and give advice so wonderful you wonder why you never saw that coming.
Just a temporary respite from what I know I should be doing, and thinking, and cherishing.
Doesn't help that my boss came up to me to tell me you're so strong and all I could think of was that I don't want to be strong, I want my mother to have her chance at living just that bit more, and to see her grandchild. But I just nodded and did my work.
Walked home from the train station today, and just teared because my mother wouldn't be able to meet any more of my friends. She wouldn't be able to tell her jokes, cook her wonderful food, and give advice so wonderful you wonder why you never saw that coming.
Just a temporary respite from what I know I should be doing, and thinking, and cherishing.
Doesn't help that my boss came up to me to tell me you're so strong and all I could think of was that I don't want to be strong, I want my mother to have her chance at living just that bit more, and to see her grandchild. But I just nodded and did my work.