I originally posted this six years ago. I just came across it again and my heart aches. This year (on November 8) it will be 8 years since my mom passed away. It can’t be possible. I feel her with me always. And I love that I feel safe to process our loving, deep, difficult and complicated relationship.
Our bodies and those of our daughters were created by a seamless web of nature and nurture, of biology informed by consciousness, that we can trace back to the beginning of time. Thus, every daughter contains her mother and all the women who came before her. The unrealized dreams of our maternal ancestors are part of our heritage, To become optimally healthy and happy, each of us must get clear about the ways in which our mother’s history both influenced and continues to inform our state of health, our beliefs, and how we live our lives. Every woman who heals herself helps heal all the women who came before her and all those who will come after her. – Dr. Christiane Northrup, Mother-Daughter Wisdom
Wow- and one of my favorite sounds- my mom’s laugh. I miss it. I hear it though in this photograph.
And I also STILL HEAR IT. I inherited her parrot. And he regularly belly laughs like her, always at just the right moment. It is the greatest gift.
I miss her beyond description. But I still hear her. Thanks to Asterix.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. – Vladimir Nabokov