My mom died Sunday night.
It was scary. It was beautiful. It was heartbreaking. It was relief. It made me angry. It made me sad. It made me feel numb. It made me feel broken.
It left me with nothing to say.
Sometimes it's okay to pour your heart out. Other times, it's okay to have nothing to say.
I read once that silence tells as much of a story as the words. Please hear what I'm not saying.