epiphany

Grief, it has no mercy. Like a gong it reverberates long after being hit.

In the wee hours I was aroused this morning. An ephiphany of sorts stirred in my mind. I have been  deeply grieving because  I could not provide the particular kind of care for my mother that I did for my father...in my home. Constantly it has been a truth that has squeezed me inside and out. But the fact of the matter is I have been really grieving the sad condition my mother's disease has wrought. 

A bud that has deep roots.