I think of my mother at the taste of coffee..how she loaded hers with sugar and I would scold her and then we'd talk. I can reach out and feel the shape of Karma's skull under her silky fur and how she would put her warm paw on my forehead in the night.
Lovely memories, Deb. Thank you.
Thanks for sharing this. It is very fitting for what is going on in my life right now.
Glad it helps ....
morna, i LOVE this and could not agree more... henry has expressed it perfectly! xoxo
Thanks for sharing.
Lovely words Morna. Just send a card to the husband of my long gone friend: I remember her always when I'm in town drinking coffee in some special place (like we always used to do, before starting our shopping tour ;-) ....)
Such a special feeling, to be reminded of a friend.
This is so very sad... hard-to-swallow sad... it is so hard on one to miss... I must be too selfish... But I Love it.
I'd missed your blog for a long time, and then I found you again, with a post that fits well into my life right now. There is no good time to lose your mother. xx But this message you posted... makes me wonder what 'lost' should mean.
It is, indeed, a provocative bit of writing ... nice that you've stumbled upon it at a time when it might be helpful. xo
Hi, Morna. Thank you for posting this. Yes, the departed remain with us in a way. Something that must be faced. Hope you're able to do some good stitching lately and Happy Thanksgiving!best from Tunisia,nadia
Thank you, Nadia. I hope you are well and I hope that Tunisia is able to continue its path to democracy. xo
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