My mom died two years ago today. One of the most profound things I’ve ever done and, probably, will ever do, was to walk with my mom to the liminal line between here on Earth and not. I told her it was okay to step off. Into the unknown. Alone. Maybe to be greeted by her parents. Who really knows? But cancer free. I stepped back and watched her go. I kissed her. I told her she was my rock. I told her the shining light of her soul was separate from her wasted body. She told me she was afraid. So afraid. I held her hand.
My mother’s brother, Robert, passed away suddenly less than a year after she did. Maybe they met again in a place language has no words for.
(The same images are in the slideshow and collage.)