The first day
my mother did not see
dawned grey and heavy
with dew.
But still the finch greeted me
with its joy at waking to
the new.
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Shawn L. Bird 
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Not a recent loss for me, but still, this one hit me where I live.
Love to you. Some days grief comes crashing. I find I have to accept the wave as an acknowledge of loss, feel the love it represents with a deep breath, wipe my eyes, and carry on still 5 years after my dad’s death, and here we are with Mom’s starting all over again.
Sharing is good. It really does lighten the load. My mom always loved to travel and now she’s off on her greatest adventure. I will think of you and your mom with love.