Emotions are stray cats weaving between your feet, throwing you off-balance.
Days passed unaccounted, memories foggy, clarity writ small in a journal hidden. “Grief reaction” the medical code.
Emerging awareness. Identifying sadness over mother’s death, accompanying feelings of loss, anxiety, isolation. All mixed with relief that she passed quickly on her terms, respect and gratitude for the hard decisions she made, though she lamented “I thought I had more time.” Still, tears overwhelm without warning, inopportune reminders assaulting; there will be no more visits, calls, or messages from “Wow.”
Meanwhile, surprisingly, happiness peeks out. Heart and mind whistle with joy, shadow box with hope. Flawed, riddled with foibles, but in the moment, back to happy.
Still, watch the cat, maintain balance.