Thursday, February 20, 2014
I suddenly missed my mother and the ways in which she celebrated even the little holidays. Not with parties or big events, but with the little things. Mashed potatoes tinted green for St. Patrick's day, a heart shaped cake for dessert (on a weekday!). A special goodnight wish on the eve of birthdays - she once called me from London (in the days when that was not so easy) to say goodnight to me before I turned 36.
I have ached for my mother's loss these few days, though she died some years ago — the non-linearity of grief continues to surprise me. My mother trained my eyes to see the little sparks of joy, she first taught me to seek God in all things.
Posted by Michelle at 10:04 PM