I lost my mom late Friday night.
I wonder at our need for words at the time of death. We search for thr right meaning, the best representation of how we feel. Yet the words are never enough. They fall empty.
Maybe if there was a spell to keep the pain away or a secret phrase to bring you back in time.
We write obituaries, say prayers, share platitudes and memories. Even then, as a writer, words only touch the surface of the experience of losing a loved one.
Sometimes there are no words, but no words have as much meaning as words. The empty space between lines screams with meaning.
We grasp at words, but clutch at a void where our loved one inhabits. Any explanation is lost with them.
