While my sister spoke to me over the telephone, I spied a smudge on the kitchen counter and assiduously swiped at it clockwise and anti-clockwise with a dishcloth.
I guess I was hearing her words but hadn't yet made sense of what she'd said.
My mom is in the ICU. She may need to go on a ventilator. She may have had a heart attack. All of this still sounds unreal. She was just here two days ago, being her usual self.
Before my sister's call, I had started today's post with this: The gentle, brilliant spoken-word poet Andrea Gibson, who died yesterday, once wrote “In the end I want my heart to be covered in stretch marks.” And I too want to stretch my heart wide with love and what it means to be human and alive and brave. But I can't handle the thought of my mom struggling to breathe.
6 comments:
Oh no! I am so sorry to hear this news
Oh, Maya. I'm so so sorry. Keeping you all in my thoughts. <3
Maya, what upsetting news. I am so sorry to hear about your mom. Sending you love.
I am so sorry to hear this, Maya. Sending all the love and prayers to you and your family for healing.
Your heart is assuredly covered in stretch marks.
I'm so very sorry to hear this news about your mother! I will keep you, her, and your family in my thoughts. Sending you all my love. XO
Best wishes, Maya. Beautiful sentiment from the poet.
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