memory
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She hated the place while she lived there, yet memory still aches for its mountains, smoke-filled summers, and the person she was inside them.
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Grief is not only the moment someone leaves; it is every birthday, song, and ordinary Tuesday that keeps carrying the love forward.
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A mother carries wounds her children cannot see while still becoming the safest place their tiny hands know.
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The author reflects on the simultaneous joy and grief of motherhood, remembering a daughter lost years ago while cherishing moments with her living children. Despite the passage of time, the love for her departed child persists, intertwined with gratitude for the present, emphasizing that joy and sorrow can coexist in a mother’s heart.
Between Bruises & Blooms 