It felt as if I were ripping a part of myself out, root and stem. On a torrent of tears and sobs that shook my shoulders and left me feeling weak, I reached deep inside of myself and felt the pain, the sadness, the anger, and the grief, all the emotions that I’d been hanging on to for so long, as if they would keep my mother with me. Jason was right: they didn’t. But it still felt like a fresh loss.
