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January 18, 2018

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November 3, 2017
The sky is gray this morning. I think it was a sunny day four years ago, not gray like it is today, but I don't remember. So many things slip from memory over time. I fail to distinguish at times what is real from what maybe I invent to fill ever widening gaps. Everyday, what was once solid and reliable slides further into the ethereal where images and recollections become increasingly misty. Time passes at rapid speed and has almost stopped altogether.
My mother died four years ago almost to the hour. She died in the morning. I thought she would have gone the night before, but she didn't, perhaps to avoid dying on my brother's birthday. She had thought that there would be time to say "good-bye" but there wasn't. She never got to make her three phone calls. I don't think she feared death. She was ready. She was tired. I do think it might have startled her when she realized in one fleeting gasp of coherence that she would miss the good-byes.
I miss my mother and still find it hard to believe that she no longer delights in her lemon trees and hummingbirds, that she no longer lurks in her kitchen, fingertips dusted with flour.
There is no day, for me, that leaves her behind. Everything she has given me, all that I am of her rests deeply in my spirit. Today is a day of remembrance for the bravest woman I've ever known--My Mother...
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