my father recently passed away. it hit my mother and i, pretty hard. i love my father, but his death didnt really effect me, as much as it should have. [dont know why]

but it did my mother more than normal. his death is pretty much a blur. but what i remember most, is my mothers eyes. they were as bright as the summer sky, it lit up with happiness no matter what was wrong, even on her worst days. as long as my father was there, she was light.
now though, after the mourning, the drama, the sleepless nights, when i look into her eyes, they almost resemble to a cloudy day, on the brink to rain down upon us humans. they no longer show, a spark of light. just gray.
i feel sad, to know internally she’s broken. through the fake smiles, and laughs, those eyes that danced before my father no longer exsist. just hollow. just never ending sadness. my mother will never be whole, for she has lost her fitted piece to her soul. and that right there,is unfair.