Diversion of rain caught me lacking umbrella
on my way to the deathbed of mother.
My mother is dying now, I have given farewell so many times before. But now I think the end is near, and you are never properly prepared. Linked to Toads, for Toni.
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April 27, 2019
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I hope all is well on your end.
Oh, Björn, you have my deepest sympathy. I remember the journey to visit my mother on her deathbed, also in the rain. An umbrella would make no difference. I’m thinking of you.
Oh, Björn, how very sad…you have my sympathy…the end is never easy
Best wishes to you and your mother.
Hard to click “Like” for such a work… Warm regards.
I thought the death of my mother the most confronting experience of my life. It’s such a primal bond. All the best to you at this time.
I’m so sorry, B. Love you, sweetie.
So sorry to hear this, Bjorn.
Sorry to read this, Bjorn. Praying for comfort for all of you and an easy going for her.
janet
No, you aren’t…I am sorry.
Oh Bjorn, I’m so sorry. Sending you love, light and peace.
A Very hard time, Bjorn! Thinking of you as you travel this difficult journey.
Condolences, Bjorn. This is not a day that anyone wants to have to live through, but somehow we do. Lots of love to you.
My condolences, Bjorn. I am glad you’ve had the chance to say a proper goodbye before the end. But like your poem suggests, this is the kind of end we can be ready for. I will keep you in my thoughts. My her spirit be at peace.
Bjorn, I am so sorry. One is never ready for that goodbye. My thoughts are with you. For her – release into the world of spirit, after her long journey. May she fly free and joyously.
Sending strength your way
I hope you and your mother both find peace.
It is a difficult time… I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry. I know the journey and its pain. You are never prepared.
Thoughts are with you. Take care.
May all find peace.
So sorry Bjorn. I lost my own mother a year and a half ago, and she is like a phantom limb: I am always reaching for her.
May you make it through with persistence, and with poetry.
Difficult though you know as you say, you can never really be prepared, and each person has there own response and circumstance, I appreciate how you are using narrative to bring it to life. There’s something about naming it publicly that is so important.