You died today. You were 68.
I found out via Facebook message from…a relative I have not spoken to in over a decade who wanted me to tell my sister. She referred to you by your given name. She did not call you my mother.
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How does one grieve loss? Not the tangible loss of a person, a relationship, even simply a presence, but an emptiness like a silent ancient canyon where a living moving river should have run?
I wish I was sad, but I am so sad because I am not sad. There are no tears for you, and there should be. And that makes me sort of angry.
How do you grieve the death of an emptiness? How do you process the loss of a hole in your heart?
