Today I woke up and felt off. You all know what I am talking about. That nagging feeling that something is wrong but you just do not know what. I rolled myself out of bed and tried to throw off the heavyness that was pushing down on my shoulders. I wanted to just curl back up in bed and go back to sleep, but I was not sure why. As I struggled to uncover the inner answer I mechanically went about my day.
I realized that I was longing for the comfort of my mother. I have been personally struggling with relationships and I just want to curl up in my mothers loving arms and weep. It hurts and there is no one to just hold me. Again I am painfully aware that she is gone. Her arms will never wrap around me, and her hands will never stroke my hair as she soothes my soul.
12 years later and I am still learning what it means to be an orphan.
