The Blood & The Bones

Friday marks 1 year without you, Mama. One whole year since I held your hand and your body held your last breath.

I am a strong person, but I have to say that I don’t know how I have carried this so long without setting it down at all. I have felt the need to hold it close. To harbor it. I’m not ready to pour it out, to let go of any of it.

I wasn’t ready to let go of you either and so I keep it here with me as a reminder of all you fought through and how in the end you did win the battle, just different from what we prayed for, and God took you home.

LL