Sunshine

Fourteen months have now passed with my Mom's own passing.

I have been travelling since my last post.

Wherever I went, although the forecast unpredictable and sometimes grim, sunshine welcomed me.

I recall that was the nickname given to my mother in her adolescent youth, "Sunshine", by the travellers and diners in restaurants where she waitressed.

Her smile obviously warmed the hearts of many who saw the sun shining in her face no matter what the weather.

I felt the warmth of her love along the way no matter how far I traversed.

My soul is at peace today with treasured memories easing the twinges of pain tugging at my heart.

A little rain in the form of teardrops will quickly dry in the warmth of my mother's "sunshine".