Those moments, when intuitions remain unspoken and unspeakable, are only part of life. There are other parts of life to be lived. A mother’s job is to provide a framework for living: things to do, places to go, days that never fail to break, and nights that always fall.
Life does not guarantee that time has the capacity to carry us. Time flies, time is fleeting, but then there comes a moment when time, no longer nimble-footed, no longer winged, is for us to carry.
The second time around I knew neither to battle life nor to battle death: in both endeavors, there would be unlimited exhaustion and very little to gain.