A Space To Heal

My mom died at 1:00 AM on a Sunday. I had just arrived at the nursing home to be with her one last time. I found the calm, quiet place inside of my heart and I felt her love for me. I sat that way for a long time until everyone had left. I talked to her, telling her that I loved her and that I hoped she was safe and well wherever she was. I thanked her over and over again. I felt compelled to put my forehead on her forehead. I'm not sure why, but it seemed very important to me. I could feel her when I did that with my eyes closed. I imagined her spirit melting into my own. I felt intertwined and so very, very connected to her, and I stayed that way for a long time.