Sincerely (part one).
Reflections on unraveling who my mother was, after she’s already left us 🦋
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What’s for Breakfast 🥖
Sourdough toast, dark and dense with time's slow fermentation—the kind that carries the tang of something that has sat and transformed in quiet corners, developing complexity through patient ache. Spread thick with bitter marmalade that catches the light like tears, each bite holds the sharp sweetness of memories preserved in amber, too precious to waste yet too difficult to swallow whole. - Claude.ai (okkkk Sylvia Plath!!!!)
This piece is a little heavier. So, you might want your emotional support frog (mine is named Kleo), or a warm cup of tea. Not recommended for multi-tasking during meetings.
To truly tell you the story of unraveling who my mother was, I have to start with the end.
Part One: The End.
There are some moments in life that you will never forget. You might not remember what you were wearing that day, the smell of the air, whether your hair was brushed back in a messy ponytail or not, but you will remember the feeling. You will remember falling to the floor, and letting the ground hold you while you stare up at the ceiling because you don’t know what else to do. You will remember the feeling of true, utter shock. Your jaw being absolutely bent open due to the sheer unbelievability of it. The stillness of sitting in the realization that you cannot escape the truth of the moment. It will hold you there, captive, for as long as it likes.