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Six Years

Susee Mable 1941-2015

Susee Mable 1941-2015
(Gananoque, Ontario 1976)

 

It’s been six years since mom passed, but the hurt is as immediate as if it were this morning. I don’t think that feeling will ever change.

The days leading to, the day of and the days that followed are clear in my memory. I’ve never felt so dislocated in my life. However, within the heart of all these emotions, I still felt centered. My mother had always lead me in the right direction, she always knew I’d heed the sound of her voice. She is alive and well in my heart and leading me through the hurt to where I can locate myself again.

When I was in kindergarten, she held my hand and taught me how to find my way home in case I ever found myself alone. Six years may turn to forty and that's OK, I already know the way home.

 

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