My mom died July 11, 2015. Time, live a fast moving creek, keeps taking her living self further and further off into the distance. But our memories are strong, her life was long, and we're moving on.
I know she would enjoy these lilies blooming now outside, along with the forget-me-nots.
And I rather like that our marking of time is set to the great clock of transit round our own life source, Sol.
ReplyDeleteWe are part of something much, much bigger, aren't we?
Remembering your mother, I remember mine. The flowers speak well for them. Peace.