A year ago, in the midst of the pandemic, my mother passed away. I woke up on the morning after my birthday to a voicemail from her, and as I listened to it I knew she was already gone, and that this was her saying goodbye, that she had called hoping to hear my voice one last time in the night, to try to say all the things she wanted me to know, that she thought I would need to hear in the years to come, all the years that she would not be there with me. And as I began to sob, trying not to, trying not to alarm my young children in the next room, trying to unbelieve this moment into not happening, not being real, I listened to her last words, the last words I would ever hear my mother say, wishing I could say the things that she needed to hear from me, the words she had hoped to hear before the end.
Good to hear from you, glad to have you back! I lost my Mom in 2016 and I feel what you are saying. Family, friends, nature, writing, art and music got me through it all. Keep at it brother! I just released a new solo album (pandemic production!) if you need some tunes to listen to while you are creating! https://rebelsonrise.bandcamp.com/ (It’s on the streaming services too.). Hope all is well, my man. Take care.
This was beautiful (and heartbreaking) to read. So sorry for your loss.
I never read the book before, I will definitely buy it.
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Good to hear from you, glad to have you back! I lost my Mom in 2016 and I feel what you are saying. Family, friends, nature, writing, art and music got me through it all. Keep at it brother! I just released a new solo album (pandemic production!) if you need some tunes to listen to while you are creating! https://rebelsonrise.bandcamp.com/ (It’s on the streaming services too.). Hope all is well, my man. Take care.
That's wrenching, but also so beautiful
That's wrenching, but also so beautiful