and still

every day i am aware of death.

every moment, and with each breath i take, i am aware of life.

and still.

when death comes unexpectedly, violently, out of the norm, by choice, not the way i imagined, i am shaken to my core. i am brought into that place of questioning and wondering and trying to find meaning. right now, i can’t.

she carried a pain so deep that no one knew. she ached with a mama’s heart for healing in her children. she felt misunderstood, unseen, unknown, alone.

today i honor her life. the life of T. i look out. i look in and i look up.

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and yes, even now, a hummingbird hovers at my window looking in.

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