It’s hard to believe that 15 years have passed since Mum died and as I’ve said before:
She was the kindest, wisest, sanest of us all. But she’s gone.
…she is still in my thoughts at some point of every day. I try to recapture the sound of her voice, her facial expressions, kind, caring, at times whimsical. And yes, I still miss her. The sense of loss reduces over time, but doesn’t leave. Not that I want it to entirely.
Karen and I have taken to lighting a candle on August 17 near the end of the day as a symbolic gesture, a focus of meditation.