Mourning: 6 Months In
It’s been a little over six months since my mother died. I am finally slowing down a bit to process my grief. During the six final months of her life, I spent a lot of time at her bedside – the whole family did – and battling with doctors. The night she died I was vending. I got the call an hour before I started vending, while I was bringing in my vending set-up. And there’s this beautiful picture of me just smiling that night, with this wig like my mom’s hair and this hat my mom gave me and this gold dashiki on. It was taken two hours after my mother died.
Sumiko Saulson 
I love it. I’m glad you shared and even though I only understand somewhat, a little bit hopefully goes a long way. I only have one kind of memory, when you posted an interview you talked about her telling you what she was watching on television when she was pregnant with you. I never met her, but I’m forever grateful she let you know. It helped me too. ❤
My dad took her to see Rosemary’s Baby at the theater. I’m 51 it wasn’t on television yet back in 1968.
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After spending days at the hospital knowing my mom was in the process of dying, I went home and that night I got the call from the hospice. I believe she had actually “left” me while I was bending over kissing her on her forehead ’cause she looked at me like I was intruding on her person. I knew that look. She was in another place in her mind. This was a true reality for me, so it helped me to accept the fact that she was gone. My writing helped me get through the next few years. Treasure that picture, there’s a reason you had that hat on.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful memory. I am just at home listening to Kate Bush, trying to be okay with my grief and accept it as part of this experience.
You are welcome.