It keeps on visiting my mind, touching deep, then flitting away again. It’s today.
The second year anniversary of that day my mom finally broke the bond with her body and lifted away from this world.
I never knew it would still affect me so.
But grace abounds, because the day is full. So full of celebration and new beginnings that I cannot – simply cannot – stay mired in the dread of the goodbyes. My spirit lifts. I celebrate.
It was, for her, after all, also a day of new beginnings.
And so I end this day deeply grateful that the bonding of a couple could turn this date on my calendar into an ever-after day of celebration.
I draw in the day, like breath … I let it settle deep within me … I let it fill me up with joy … And I let it make me heavy with gratitude …
It’s all good.