Now that my mom has passed away, her nest is empty. Her house, a meeting point for all of us, plenty of great remembrances, is now a sad and solitary place. The place where I used to go to find refuge and solace is gone.
Soon it will begin the time of Advent and after that, Christmas. Every year I used to spend many time with her, planning what to do, what presents get ready for the kids, how to set the simple grotto scene in the living room, under the Christmas tree full of decorations and lights.
And because she was so sick and paralytic, I was the one doing all that things under her loving directions, while we listened to traditional carols .
We used to laugh like kids at the slightest reason or without any reason at all.
I loved the moment when I had finished decorating the tree and the whole living room. It was usually at the evening. I used to turn off all the lights except the ones on the tree and the grotto scene and all the other decorations. Then I used to go to my mom’s room and bring her, pushing the wheelchair, to the living room.
The wonder in her face was my best reward. Her eyes were bright and smiling and my heart was dancing. I’m going to miss you so much, mom!
In the picture, my mom’s armchair, empty
6 thoughts on “Lost Nest”
What a powerful picture and thanks for sharing, loved your blog, I can relate to your post!
That’s an image that tell’s everything to me. Thank you for your comment
I, too, lost my childhood nest. It was definitley not just a place to reside, fortunately, all the connections and love that abound there are never lost, as can be felt in your blog.
That’s true. But it’s hard
❤️ What a beautiful and lovely post. Sending you lots of love x