Today, September 13, 2016, is the anniversary of my mother’s death. The waves of grief no longer drown. Time does heal. Little things bring peace. Last night I dreamt we were hugging. She held me tight. I felt her love.
This morning I lit a candle and said a prayer, one from a book she gave me for Christmas 1996.
The prayer, found on page 191, is “Prayer on the Anniversary of the Death of a Parent.”
Afterwards while sitting on the patio enjoying a cool breeze, my thoughts were interrupted by an object landing on the seat beside me. It was a feather, soft and gentle, a gift from my mom.
Yes, the little things bring peace. I will continue to enjoy my mother’s gifts.