Wednesday, April 29, 2015

in the lilacs

"I knew my Mother's presence as a constant in my life for more than fifty years. 
Now that I know her absence in the same way, and I will know it as long as I live. But more important than either knowledge is her place in my heart, which does not change."
~Reeve Lindbergh
Forward From Here

I raised the window as I sat here in the sewing room today, and I breathed deeply. I was hoping to capture a whiff of the newly blooming lilacs just across the driveway from my open window. In the lilacs are the reminders of another year elapsing.

 Remembering is sweet. Remembering is difficult.
I am thankful for my Mother and the changeless place she holds in my heart.


Karen @ Pieces of Contentment said...

Beautiful Cathy. I often catch myself thinking of my father. He has been gone nearly 5 years now, yet disease took it's toll years earlier. He was a keen sportsman, very good at cricket. He would have loved to have seen his grandchildren's passion for the sport.

Karen said...

I'm sending you an email today, Cathy. I know this time of the year is so difficult for you. We miss our loved ones so much, but it is comforting to know that we will be together again one day. I'm a big fan of your writing. Hugs to you, my friend.

Lesley Austin said...

This is lovely, Cathy. I am glad to think of you today and remember our journey with our mothers. xo