Part of me wants to write about this. About how death is scary. Death is quiet. Death is peace. Part of me wants to write about how unfair it is that my cousin will have to think every year, on her birthday, that this was the day that her mother passed on.
Part of me wants to write how important it is to say "I love you" to every one you love every day because you never know when it's going to be the last time you see them. The last time they see you.
But I can't. I don't know how to do it. I don't know what to say to someone who has just lost their mother. I don't know what I will do on that awful day. I just wish her love and peace. So much love and so much peace.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-e e cummings