Hope springs Eternal

My dearest Mom, I miss you. We all do. Each of us grieves our loss of you in our own way.

8 months ago today I was with you when you took your last breath on this planet; as your spirit peacefully transitioned to the unseen and unknown infinity.

I felt you leave, unlike when Dad died more suddenly.

You were there. Although your shock numbed your memory for several months after; perhaps years, as your eldest grandson also died within ten months of your husband, leaving you unable to accept that reality. You preferred to think of my godson as being 'away'.

One minute Dad was here and then when we saw his body next, it was just a shell. His spirit had left without our presence to witness his departure.

This past weekend the clocks 'sprung' forward as we ushered in daylight savings time.

I recall your earthly clocks did not transition forward so easily, and inevitably one of us was enlisted to do the deed for you.

Spring is almost here and is teasing us in this month of March. I almost feel certain we will have one more taste of winter before the signs of rebirth show themselves. Time will tell, as it always does.

The only constant in this life is change.

So much has changed since you left, although I feel certain you already know that.

I have an inner peace knowing you are reunited with all of the loving souls you missed so much while in this realm.

Your granddaughters; my children, dream of you sometimes. They tell me that you and Dad are enjoying the freedom together to roam and fly, not afforded you here on earth, especially in your latter years.

As the next season soon begins revealing the renewal of all living things, I will look forward to roaming the earth to witness these inevitable signs of revival.

Being in and observing nature in the 'Spring', my favourite season in life, will keep the 'hope' alive in my soul that I will see you again when it is my turn to leave earth in the 'eternal' cycle of life.