A Reflective Journey of a Loved One’s Passing
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I remember coming home from tough day where Mom was particularly obstinate about whatever we were doing for her that day. I pulled into my driveway, turned off the truck and just sat there for a few minutes, leaned back in my seat, head against the headrest. I then sighed and my gaze went to the sky and was struck how peaceful and expansive it was and how small I was. It struck me odd that I felt this feeling and wondered why I felt it. Then the epiphany hit me, that since the day I found out my mother’s days were numbered, I realized that I had been making myself smaller and smaller to get through this period and I could no longer diminish myself any further. So, the expansiveness of the sky highlighted that smallness to me. The other part of the epiphany was that I could no longer hide from the feelings that came with the eventuality of my mother’s passing. I had to open up, face those feelings and go through the pain of her loss.
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I remember coming home from a particularly tough day when mom was especially obstinate about whatever we were trying to do for her that day. I pulled into my driveway, turned off the truck, and just sat there for a few minutes leaning back in my seat with my head against the headrest. I let out a sigh as my gaze went to the sky. I was struck by how the sky felt expansive and peaceful yet how small I was in comparison. It struck me oddly that I felt this feeling and I wondered what it meant. Then the epiphany hit me. Since the day I had found out my mother’s days were numbered, I gradually diminished, day by day, becoming more compact/emotionally shut down to get through this period. I realized that I could no longer diminish myself any further. The expansiveness of the sky highlighted for me my feeling of smallness. Also, I could no longer hide from the feelings that came with the eventuality of my mother’s passing. I had to open and face those feelings and go through the pain of her loss.
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CK Brashares worked for many years in banking but is retired now and enjoys her hobbies of sewing, hand and machine embroidery, working puzzles, and reading mystery books. She is deeply spiritual and follows a nature-based religious path. Brashares and her husband of fifty-two years have lived in Jackson, Michigan, most of their lives. They have two children and five grandchildren.