I am forever grateful for the sense of peace I had in June with my Mom during her last days in hospice care.
All transgressions fell aside. They mattered no more.
There was simply acceptance, love and peace.
Today, I find myself longing for the peace I had in June.
“Families are inherently unmanageable — ragtag armies at times, yet with a unity even they don’t fully understand. Someone is always pulling a thread, throwing the whole thing askew. Yet the threads remain, binding us to one another even when geography and other priorities pull us apart. Christmas seems to magnify everything; the season is never smooth, is always dramatic in one way or another.” ~Patti Davis
Death seems to magnify inherently frail and unmanageable family relationships.
Resentment, envy and entitlement reared their ugly disgusting head nullifying any sense of peace I had with my Mom’s passing.
How I wish I could recapture that peace.
How I wish I could share that peace with my sibling.