Svaha -- Amerindian; the time between seeing the lightning and hearing the thunder; of waiting for promises to be fulfilled.
My Mom died about a month ago. She was diagnosed a few months earlier with brain cancer.
We all knew it was coming. We were able to gather; one on one and in small groups and say our goodbyes, mend fences, break some new fences, mend them.
Since she died we've all been going and doing and getting back to our lives, knowing that the time would come when we would have to face what we were getting back to our lives in order to get away from. The fact that she's gone.
I always called her on Sunday. It's Sunday. I picked up the phone....
The thunder is coming. It's almost here. And with it comes the rain.