It's coming up on the one year anniversary of my Mom's passing. Antonella Pavese, who had an entirely different relationship with her Mom, then I had with mine, shares so much in a post that I feel I can relate to.
Antonella Pavese: Of things lost, of things found:
Slowly walking our karmic circles over and over again. I'm holding her hand, still cold but trusting, as I steer her away from furnitures and walls.I look at my mother and I realize that all the memories she didn't tell me about, all the memories I didn't listen to are gone forever. All is left is this moment, in which she and I walk in circles, hand in hand, in a medium size apartment in Rome, the capital of a country with a painful past. In a few days, I will be thousands of miles away from this moment and this place. Right now, I'm here.
Thank you for sharing that Antonella. My heart goes out to you.
Thank you, Karl. Thank you.
And my thoughts are with you, as you remember your mother.
A hug.