Funeral Thoughts.
I didn’t cry. I find that often, sadness need not be expressed in words or the release of emotion by physical means, but perhaps just the silence is enough. Mother wasn’t crying either. She stood solemnly by my side now, her firm hand clasped tightly on my shoulder. Her presence should have calmed me and centred me, now when I needed her the most. I yearned more than ever for the comforting energy that would keep me sane while my world was anything but, so much that my very bones ached...but my Mother would never be that for me. Even now when I needed her, I felt as if I were in the company of a brick wall. The presence of a large boulder would have perhaps steadied my hysteria a little more. But if I must learn to accept one hardship in this new world, it must be that she is all I have.
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