On the morning of September 24th, 1986 my Mom did not get out of bed.
Although odd for her, I didn’t give it a moments pause until my little sister came crying from her room.
Telling us we needed to go back there.
I hope to never experience the challenge she faced that morning after learning my Dad’s cancer had taken him from us.
Him, fighting so hard.
Six oblivious kids.
Eyes on her.
The day before her birthday.
Seeing her in bed, wiping tears from her eyes was almost enough.
Until then I’d known nothing that could break her in such a way.
But we had to hear her say it.
Tell us he was never coming back.
Our lives forever changed in that moment.
How she pulled herself from that bed, I’ll never know.
Humans are incredible like that.
Incredible that we can push forward.
Incredible that we continue waking every morning.
Incredible that we allow ourselves to love again knowing full well the risk of loss involved.
Incredible, that a little girl could lose her Dad after just seven years of life with him and 26 years later still ache for him.