Weblog of Cris

"There is no death. Only a change of worlds." Seattle (1786-1866)

September began with a heavy heart. I knew time was running out and soon my mother would make her transition into the next world. For as prepared as I thought I was...I wasn't. I had not seen her in over three years, she resided on the east coast and I on the west. 3,000 miles no longer seems so far in distance. I wish I had felt this way years ago. Cancer has taken another family member from me. And I am angry. In her youth she was beautiful, hair as dark as coal, eyes big and brown, a true Italian beauty. She was a writer, artist, cook, wife, mother, grandmother. She was the world. Dreams are dark. No one speaks. Insomnia has set in. I can't feel her presence and this scares me. I asked that she come back to me and tell me what it's like where she is. Show me a sign...tell me that you're okay. Nothing. I think I shall wait until my last breath of air...wait and hope that she comes back to me. Cancer will take me as well. It's inevitable. Until then, I will live, I will take each day and live it to the fullest. Remembering life as it once was. Parents die too soon. And I have run out of tears. Autumn is here.