Even though I am still young, I have noticed myself aging drastically this past year. I don't know if it's just me seeing it, or the physical pain my body has went through over the past 6 years, or just the stress and grief wearing me down. But I noticed the other day that my hands, all of a sudden, had veins everywhere in them, just like my mother's hands. While I feel this would have made me feel "old" or aged any other time in my life, I felt an overwhelming piece of joy. To know that overtime I look at my hands, I am reminded of her.
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