My First Christmas

Mom and I on Broadway.

My Mother on her 60th Wedding Anniversary.

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 book is Prayers for the Domestic Church: a Handbook for Worship in the Home.

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.