You'd think my grieving for my mother would have been well on its way to some resolution by now, but I think I am just starting to really feel it. Or perhaps I just feel it more on holidays associated with her: today would have been her 76th birthday. I know I posted a version of this photo before, but here she is again, as I think she would like people to have remembered her.
My mother had many flaws, as we all do, but she had many wonderful, kind things about her. I felt her presence strongly today, on this lovely end to a very eventful weekend for me. No matter what the tragic circumstances of her life, I do know one thing: my mom loved me very much, and vice-versa, and that there are still things I have yet to discover about my mother, even though she is gone. What helps me most is that I know a parent's love does not end, even after death. I don't exactly know in what mysterious way it endures--but it does, and that gives me comfort.
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