It’s hard to believe my Mother passed on six years ago this up coming Sunday. Her loss is as real today as it was six years ago.
Shawn drove me to the cemetery yesterday. As I stood at the foot of my Mother’s grave, a crisp wind blew and as strange as it may appear I felt she was there with me. It’s hard to describe the feeling I felt.
Shawn, the children and I talk about my Mother often. She lives on in the stories that we tell about the woman with the curly hair who made us smile. Though she is not here with me, she certainly is not gone. It is true that: “Love is stronger than death.”If you liked this post, why not buy me a coffee?