Funny how the mind turns a blind eye to the things we sometimes just don’t want to see, when, in the end, they’re still unavoidable.
Three years ago, I watched the sun set over the calm waters of Middle Bay, in Marquette, MI, admiring the place which had called to my mother, so many years before, to come up there and make it her home.
Three years ago, the sun set for the first time in my life without the possibility of my mother seeing it.
June 7th snuck up on me last year, and the one before, because it’s a blind spot on the calendar to me…until it arrives. I expect it will do that again, next year, too.
Miss you, Mom. I know you are where the waters are never calm, the wind never slack, and the snow never more than a day away, now, and that brings be some comfort.
Thank you, too, for everything you did for me.