Our phone conversation coming to a close, she says “Happy Mother’s Day”. I respond in kind with heartfelt measure. Disconnecting the call, my face crumbles, and there is it. Again. Loss. Grief. Longing. This memory recall within my center. Mom.
She feels it I know. How she is missed. Yet it is important she continues her healing journey toward peace, on that higher plain, joined by the others that are also missed.
I then stand here and will joy and gratitude to return.
And I wish all of my sisters, aunts, nieces, cousins, friends, as mothers or as mothered, here and beyond, a heartfelt Happy Mother’s Day.