mamabird.

Before my mama passed away she made me a promise. As she wiped the tears from my eyes she smiled and kissed my forehead. "My littlebird..." she whispered, "When I get to Heaven I will send you a feather. You will know it when you see it. This feather represents the many feathers in your set of wings that will be ready to fly on their own when I'm gone."
She sent it to me on Saturday. With the laughter of my family nearby and the rain softly falling onto the crystal blue lake, she sent it to me. She answered my prayer. She's alright.
It is definitely my feather. It's Caribbean blue. My favorite color since childhood. Yes, it's definitely from my mamabird.
And for now, if only for a little while, I am okay. I'm alright.

Drifting away...

My mama died today.

And part of me did too.

At the end.

The past 48 hours have been a whirlwind of emotion.
And still going.

My mom is really dying. She announced she needs us to let her go yesterday afternoon, and since then, waves and waves of people have and are coming to say their last good-byes

Good-bye.