A Necessary Leaving

Now it is I who has done the leaving. Not in the forever way my mother left. No, nothing so gut wrenching as that. My leaving is only temporary and promises an eventual return. A necessary leaving… that’s what I would call it; a respite in which to regroup after many months of heavy lifting; a change of scene; a badly needed break; a time to recharge; a good idea. But, though it sounded like a good idea, I never anticipated the depth of finality my leaving would elicit; hadn’t foreseen that navigating this landscape of grief would require...

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