The time had come.

‘She’s not right’

She tells me.

I ask for more details. 

‘I don’t know exactly,


my girl has gone downhill.’


May twenty-second,

Two weeks after nearly dying herself...

Her daughter died. 


I was away.

Her daughter died.

I was away.


I watched her,

Talk to all those people. 

She told and re-told the story,

Of the last days,

Hundreds of times. 

She was strong.               


They all needed,

To hear the story. 

They all needed,

To see her. 

To touch her,

To cry on her,

I wanted them all to go away.

I wanted them to leave her alone. 


What about what she needs?

Just recovering from a heart attack...

This was too much.


The mourners.

The noise.

The chaos...

Didn’t matter. 


Nothing could drown out the silence.

It was uncomfortably quiet without her daughter.

Her things were everywhere

But she wasn’t.


She was right there

When I left.

Now she is gone. 

She left without me. 


I was beyond sad.

I had not been there.

She told me it was ok. 

She told me the medical staff was excellent.

She suggested she needed to do it alone. 

She gave me gifts,

At the worst point of her life,

She considered my feelings. 


We lost our Mom five years prior,

I nearly lost her two weeks ago,

Now her daughter was gone...

Life was beating us up. 

And it hurt.


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