".....Mothers are not always impeccably behaved. Mothers leave, they suffer and they work too. Mothers are not always patient. Sometimes at bath time they feel like striking out for the open sea. Sometimes - just sometimes- when its time for hugs, they find the stocks are low. Some celebrate their smiles always, but there are mothers who never smile at all. And some whose smiles flash sporadically, among the moments of impatience, or preoccupation, almost lost among the myriad demands of daily life. There are mothers who love joyfully, passionately, unreservedly, and there are mothers who love distantly, who perhaps dont know how to love. There are mothers who love so much they suffocate....."
- Marie Darrieussecq
as my delicate grandmother, rests in bed, living the last moments of her life, frail yet ultimately graceful, i watch and think, i close my eyes and begin to remember...my grandmother was every kind of mother, a mother to mothers, a mother to children, solid. watching a loved one slip away is never easy but living in some of the most beautiful memories can shine light on some of the darkest days. sometimes life does imitate art, and it is these moments and memories that are the masterpieces of our lives. as you lay there beautiful and serene, i hope you are not in pain, and your mind is at ease, and if you can hear me as i hold your hand and pray for you i want you to know - i love you.
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