This Is Hard For Me To Say

Because I don't want to believe it, or feel it.

My mother died last Friday.

This seems to be the exclamation point on a difficult summer, which began with, and then filled with death.

So, since April, that has been where I have been, and I imagine, where I will stay for awhile.

I am encased and separated from my interactions with others, living in a separate reality and removed from life, and what I experience as life-giving.

I am actually thanking God for this protection.