So sorry to hear of Connie's loss. Praying for comfort and peace. I read this in an email today and thought it might be something to pass to Connie:
"Your Mother is always with you.... she's the whisper
of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand
on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love
and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you.
Not time, not space... Not even death!" |