But my grandmother, my mother's mother, is still alive. She just buried her eldest daughter.
I can't even begin to imagine what she must be feeling. I know she feels it should have been her dying instead. And if she could have traded places with her daughter, she would have.
As I sat with my mother in her final moments, I'll admit I looked across her bed at my grandmother and thought, "It should be you lying here instead of my mother".
Sometimes the circle of life does not work as it is supposed to.
I've been listening to The Editors a lot lately, whose lyrics seem to resonate with me right now. And in the song "Push Your Head Towards the Air":
Now don't drown in your tears, babeI thought my mother would always be there. I thought she would always be there to save me from drowning. I remember all the times I cried in her arms and her arms were the safest place in the world. Nothing could hurt me there.
Push your head towards the air.
Now don't drown in your tears, babe
I will always be there.
Now I am a mother and I keep Maya safe. And I want to tell Maya that I will always be there for her.
But if the circle of life works as it is supposed to, one day I will leave Maya. One day Maya will feel as I do now. Her heart will ache for me. And I wish I could save Maya from that experience.