Loss Lingers and More

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.

My mom and my daughter

My mom and my daughter. Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, 2000

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