April 29, 1942 - January 22, 2014

Mom died three years ago today. The feeling of loss and love never goes away, it seems. On the contrary, the loss almost heightens the memories. During Mom's last months in Ohio countryside, I saw my siblings and our uncle Rick. We drove through the Amish farmlands, argued politics, and made grim jokes while watching Breaking Bad. Everyone knew it would be the last season together. Remembering the loss, I tell myself, isn't only sad: it encourages me to be present in each moment now.

*

back home

to help Mom in hospice —

shucking corn