Life Winds

When winds of life blow through my mind, causing memories and images to flap in the breeze, I remember with love the life of my mother. Her story of life has ended, we have only pieces and fragments that each of us remember. Her journey is at an end, but ours must continue whether or not we're ready for it. Days are way too long, nights are much blacker than ever before. Reaching out, we find only ourselves to hold on to, there are no more connections or reasons for doing anything, we just exist until our individual ends.