Every time Sylvia and I speak – its magic. When we see each other, its divine. But over the past few years, there have been too many times when I call and her daughter says “You can talk to my mom, but don’t make her cry” Of course, that makes me cry. But I didn’t cry enough. Actually, I didn’t cry at all. I didn’t cry – for four years. I was too busy fighting, being strong, saving face. Now, I cry all the time. I cry with coffee, I cry walking, I cry driving, I cry over a glass of wine. I cry in yoga. I am crying now. I have four years of tears to get out … my kidneys and my liver say, “its about time”.
Sylvia .. Happy Mothers Day! xo