Last year my Mum had a stroke. In front of us, and there was nothing we could do. If you don’t know that story, I have told it here.
In the aftermath of her stroke, I saw something that I had never seen before.
Suddenly, my Mum was my Mum, but not as I had known her before.
For the first time I was figuring out that it is possible to lose connection. With yourself.
It still makes me stop and ponder. That there is just a shiny gossamer thread that connects us, not only with the world around us, but with ourselves.
I really do hope that I don’t lose my connection with myself.
Because without it, I can’t have a connection with anyone else.
And just the thought of that, breaks my heart.