I wrote a Mother’s Day column for AL.com this week. I didn’t set out meaning to write one; I just opened a Word document and this is what came out.
I wasn’t even sure if our news site was the appropriate place for it – writing a Mother’s Day column about sitting by your son’s grave isn’t exactly the sappy stuff you might normally expect.
But I have a wonderful editor who said to post it on our site, so I did. Here’s the link.
This is the truest part:
Always, there is the purest sadness, crystalline, unclouded. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of it and other times it just floats next to me. It’s there, but not heavy and not unwelcome.