Losing a Loved One
I admit that I had an estranged relationship with my mom. Early in the course of my life she divorced my father and became bitter and angry. I was the recipient of her anger and at times it was very dark both emotionally and physically. Over time I learned that forgiving my mother was a crucial part of my journey and that holding on to any resentments was not an option if I was to live a life free of emotional chains. Even though we did not communicate all the time our communication was one that was for me intentional and about continuing to heal and open a space for something that looked like maternal love. Finally towards the end of my mother's life I could feel compassion and as I stood over her bed when she was beginning her transition I connected with her by speaking Spanish to her. I was that child who always spoke to her in Spanish because somewhere inside of me I felt a more genuine connection to her and to our common culture, even though she would start each conversa