My colleague mentioned he felt his back aching, and also that he had a sharp pain in his liver.
I heard the word liver. Liver. Liver...
My mind dashed back to the hospital, to the room where mum lay for weeks and weeks. My mind began to conjure images of mum's yellow skin, yellow face, yellow from jaundice. I saw bile juices, I saw tubes, I saw my languishing in pain. I saw the past, the horrible past. I know the past is gone, and I am in the beautiful present, I know. But the past was so traumatic, so painful, so difficult to forget...
I miss mum... I miss her terribly. Terribly...
Sitting here in my office, and I am crying...
A small boy, crying and nobody can see my tears. Nobody can understand or really share my pain...
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