I lost my mother last week. I feel unconnected, untethered at times like I could float up into the sky and away. I miss her so much and although we did not always have a smooth relationship, that seemed to change once I had the wees. A new understanding for her own life, plight, struggles, tests. She bravely battled breast cancer for years but this still happened somehow unexpectedly, suddenly. She was easily the kindest person I have ever known. I don’t know how this empty pit, this wobbly belly, will ever reconcile. I love her so much, want her to visit me again, come to me in a dream, hear her voice on the wind. Life is so fragile, precious, hurried. I vow to live differently now.