I never had a “mother.” I have never called anyone that name. Ever.
This past week we had to face the real possibility of losing our mother in law and I watched in sadness as a good friend lost her mother. Why does it take death for us to really reflect on what a relationship meant to us and what we said and did … and didn’t?
How much empty space exists in the world right now, waiting to be filled with all the things we should have done but didn’t? Continue reading