I have never understood the saying “Love you to pieces.” The sun has not stretched into the sky once in the past three decades without my mother trying to harness all of its warmth for me. Much to the contrary of love wielding the power to reduce one to pieces, the love I have always known from my mother strives to help make me whole.
As we embark on the next phase of healing, I am honored by the presence of this woman. Though encapsulated in fatigue, determined we remain to not only fully revive my body, but to foster a freedom for me I’ve not yet known. Enthusiastically, she nourishes my present as we prepare to emulsify my future.
We keep going. We.