When I miss Mummy, there is a gentle simplicity in my suffering. In a way, it is complete, it is a cycle that has been fulfilled, and it is a constant feeling I will carry with me. In the beginning my pain was raw, now it is growing with me.
Quarantine has been a new experience for all of us. For myself, I have learnt of the beauty of missing people. In my life before, I swore to myself I would never be able to miss someone again; Mum’s death was too final, and that was true loss, in my eyes. How can you miss someone if you know you’ll see them again? That is what I used to think at least.
I miss my people during quarantine. I don’t know when I will get to see them again, even though I know I will see them soon. There is a simple pain in this missing too, however it is tinged with more desperation and a sense of futility. I feel very small in a world that has been brought to its knees by something so tiny in comparison.
Again, this feeling reminds me how much love can hurt. It is wonderful for this physical emotion that you are not alone, you are so loved, and you have people you want in your life again.
I hope quarantine hasn’t been too hard on everyone. Loneliness is difficult to comprehend when it is thrust upon you as it is now. Just two weeks ago, my life looked so different to this reality!
I am blessed to be with Katie and my uncle at the minute, and now my feet are back on the ground, we will be writing more about quarantine and how to (hopefully) make it go by a bit easier.
Hang in there, loves!
Featured Image; A picture of a church window I took on one of my latest walks. I love churches because they make me feel close to Mum 🙂 Taken on the 25/03/2020