The Death of a Good Friend's Mother
A close friend texts me and tells me that his mother’s health took a turn for the worse and she has a few days to live, instead of a few weeks or months that the doctors originally predicted. I feel sad when I hear this. On one level, I feel the pain of my friend who has to say goodbye to his mom. They were very close. She raised him as a single parent for many years and he was an only child. A connection like that lasts a lifetime and brings great joy and comfort to both parties. On another level, I remember the close bond that I had with my mother for the first 34 years of my life. She died in 2002 and I continue to miss her. Living without my mom in my life has gotten easier but I still reach out for her in my mind when I want comfort or someone that I can pour my heart out to. I love you, Mom. Last night, I receive a call that my friend's mom died. The sadness swells within me as I think of my friend and remember the warmth and love that his mom offered to him and