Do you remember that day, when they brought mom and the baby’s body before us in their coffin, while standing out in the pouring rain with our kids trying to get me in under the canopy?

There was a burning, begging desire screaming out to God for time to stand still. I wanted to reach out and grab each and every memory I could gather of my mother from my heart and go through them one by one, without interruption, without stopping. Somewhere I felt it would cement her presence into my heart forever. It was almost like a shred of impossible hope on the tips of my fingers, balancing precariously. Yet the next moment, someone was making a comment tot he congregation and that feeling, that offering of my heart and soul to the woman who raised me…was lost.

It devastated me. It still hurts sweetheart. I’m glad Cindy, James, Glenna and the Australians aren’t here so I can cry out loud.

Thank you for that thought Kathilynn.
So very much. I love you.