Not that it was beautiful but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there, something worth learning.
(Anne Sexton)
Friday, April 26, 2013
it's funny...
It's funny (I was saying to Evan this morning) how I can have such a wonderful time with my mother, and then be ready for her to leave, and then afterwards feel this mom-shaped hole that aches for her presence. Do people ever stop feeling this way?
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