Letting Go of a Life, Part 3

Our Wild Irish Rose

Our Wild Irish Rose

 

Sitting in my mother’s house in the dark….  Did she sit in this room and think about how she was making it perfect?  And admire what it had become?  Was she perfecting it so that we could sell it for more?  Or was it just to prove her worth to the world?

And now we have to let it go.  A life was built.  And a life let go….

I love you, Mom.

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~ by chezchristineo on March 19, 2009.

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