…aren’t most texts?
Mommabear didn’t receive the last text I sent her. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had already died.
You know what that last text said? “I think I left my days of the week underwear at the house.”
Because of course.
But, I think it’s kinda great, actually. We were still living life. Nothing had changed…yet. And though everything had changed, she was mother until the very end. She’s mother even more now.
Nighttime makes me kinda emo. Which, ironically, is when Mommabear died. So this is a super emo post. But take this away: live until the very end, and then live some more. Eternity is more a state of being than it is a measure of time.