Images of Mom

There is a series of photos in my tablet that is difficult to scroll past.  They are the ones sent to me at the time of her death last month, and the ones taken at her burial.  I go looking for something, and as I pass them, instantly my heart jumps, breaks, and my eyes flood.  There’s no being strong, no peace or acceptance, no solace, just heartache, instant heartache at the loss of my dear mommy.  She has been dead for two weeks and four days now.  From her perspective, it may as well have been a billion years.  From mine, it may as well have been four seconds.  It just hurts.  The rock of our family growing up is the first one in that family to leave us.  That can never be mended.  It can never be ignored.  All I can do is pass by the images as fast as I can.