I am surprised to discover snuggled in the nest of my purse, notes and thoughts from when my mother died. It is all here, those few days of her releasing and my going back.
I read them again, and feel her so close tonight, so warmly and preciously close.
I offer prayers, and thanks, that her passage has been so easy, light, and blessed. I miss her deeply. Her smile was gentle and sweet, like the Buddha's smile. I feel her here, as her dance of eternity offers me a softly flowering branch of earthly delight.