The weekend slipped by faster than I wanted, and before I knew it, it was time for my sisters to leave. Sunday morning began at the airport with breakfast together, one last meal, one more chance to laugh and hold onto those moments before their flight. Watching them go was bittersweet; there’s always that pang of sadness when family parts ways. Yet, beneath it all was this overwhelming sense of gratitude. We were together, we connected, and even though life feels different now without Ma, her love still lives in us. It’s present in our conversations, our laughter, and the way we hold onto each other a little tighter. That is her gift to us, unbreakable bonds that continue to carry us.
The rest of my Sunday was quieter, spent immersed in assessments and work that needed my focus. It was a shift from the warmth of the morning to a more task-driven afternoon, but I welcomed the balance. The day ended beautifully, with dinner shared with a loved one, good food, meaningful conversation, and that deep sense of calm that comes when you know you are supported and loved.
As I closed the day, my heart was full, thankful for the people who show up, for family, for friends, and for the love that softens even the hardest goodbyes.
~Nerusha
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