It wasn’t that we didn’t look for
her. It was more of an understanding that she didn’t want to be found. We didn’t
call the police and she didn’t have any close friends to call.
Mother was a solitary creature.
She grew roots in to the ground by being alone. I think, in some imperfect way,
we all realized this. People were hard. Long lines were hard. Losing keys was
hard. Life was just too damn hard and Sarah Davey had to escape.
We knew that to bring her back
would be like going out and looking for your pet bird that had, one magnificent
day, taken flight out of the open window--impossible and pointless. She wanted
to be free. She needed to run away like plants need oxygen.
And as much as it tipped our
hearts out, we knew that to rope her in and bring her back would destroy both
us and her. Mother was a caged bird set free. The hardest part was that the rest
of us were all still stuck in the cage, the open door swinging with the wind.
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