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Guest Post: Mary-Ann Ortiz-Luis

In by New Author on February 27, 2009 at 2:13 pm

It took me a while to understand my profound grief over your new life away. I realize now that I feared you would be taking with you all eighteen years of who I have been. It turns out, you didn’t. You have not really left. You are in the hum of the kitchen and the hallways, the music from your piano, the dog-eared books you read and shared, the organized clutter of your things. You never really left. You are always here.

The proverbial umbilical cord no longer pulls nor strains. Rather, a welcome of separateness has taken over.

  1. […] was my first entry as a guest writer that day.  I wrote it to express how I’ve come to accept my […]

  2. ‘ . . . . the organized clutter of your things’.

    Our youngest daughter left when she was 21. She’s 33 now. When she visits, she sleeps still in her old bed in her old room. Some of her things are still in this room. So I guess we can say she hasn’t really left yet!

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