Two women…Mum & me, fawned over him spoiling him silly. I’m relieved that he didn’t get his baby lisp back with the kind of attention the poor man was getting smothered with.
Today we sit in our respective bedrooms with silent tears of helplessness. Forty-three years of togetherness! How does one get over such connections?
I have this acquaintance who suggested that I should encourage my mum to make new friends. That is indeed a good idea…I thought.
He clarified, “I didn’t mean women friends. Encourage her to be friends with good respectable men”. I share this with mum with a dorky expression and a moment of mirth that brings relief!
The deep love that mom feels for her departed husband, will she ever feel the same for any other man? I wonder how it feels to love someone for THAT long. How it feels to have never slept alone for the last 4 decades and suddenly the pillow next to yours is empty.
She cherishes each moment spent with him blatantly forgetting when he wronged her at times. I guess death has a way of softening the rough edges, leaving a halo on the loved one’s head.
Two women…we! Battling for sanity taking refuge in the others company and being friends forever!
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