Pieces of my life are missing. Certain days give me pause to think about those missing pieces, and this is one of those days. Today is my mother’s birthday.
She is missing from my life. So is my father and so is one of my sisters. More than one friend has shuffled off this mortal coil, as well.
It’s as if the universe has been conspiring over the years to chip my world away, piece by piece. That is, in fact, what is happening, though I doubt I can legitimately blame a conspiracy.
It would be easy to allow melancholy to fill my mind like fog when milestones bring back such a flood of memories, but it’s best to celebrate lives well-lived, instead, and recognize the fleeting nature of all things.
Today, I give my mother symbolic flowers…yellow roses…in honor of her memory.
Thank you, Robin and Joyce. I appreciate your words.
May her memory be for a blessing. Love the symbolic yellow roses, a beautiful gift from your heart to hers.
Beautiful, John