A star exploding is so much like heartbreak.
We spend years and years studying, little of which we recollect later or can apply to solve our troubles.
There will be many surrogate mothers along the way, but they won’t have her quirks which you also share.
It’s a shame that we make it seem like the emotional ones are the weaker ones; it’s the ones who don’t show them that need help.
Mom may be gone but she it’s as if as her ashes were scattered she became a part of everything around me. Now she is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.