"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
Remembering is sweet. Remembering is difficult.
I am thankful for my Mother and the changeless place she holds in my heart.
3 comments:
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.
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.
This is lovely, Cathy. I am glad to think of you today and remember our journey with our mothers. xo
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