Letter to My Mother, Dying Slowly

Editor Staff, Letters, June 22nd, 2013

Everyone's just bitching, or crying, or hoping that you're going to go soon.

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letter to my dying mother

Mom–

Wrote your obit today– that felt like shit… you’re still alive. Everyone’s just bitching, or crying, or hoping that you’re going to go soon. I wish you would too. It’s not like you’ve been here. Somewhere in your head, in a tiny little place, I know you’re there. Sometimes when you look at me. I see recognition. Swift, connection, beautiful, and gone. I wrote that you were a wonderful mother. I left out how you hurt me. How you left me alone. How you fell apart on me after he died.

I wish you could hold me. Make me rice and rub my head. Play Jeopardy with me and laugh at the silly answers I gave to hear you feel good.

I hate this. Please let go. I can’t say goodbye all the time. It hurts so bad. Fuck. I miss you.

…………………………………………………………………………Jacqueline.

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