I often wondered how I would find out – who would be tasked with "telling" me.
Social media is the informer.
I never considered – I would not be told.
She passed.
I can't know their reasons, I can guess – they feel my estrangement doesn't require social graces.
My journey with her, isn't theirs.
My interactions or the lack there of – and why – is not theirs.
My grief a long while ago – is now theirs.
I am sorry they lost a mom.
I lost a ghost, who I used to call Mom.
I feel peace in the space where she used to stand.

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